It smells like old coffee and fruit in here. I need to get out more, but I keep pushing away people I know in favor of being a recluse in bed. It's a bad habit I try to break. Sometimes I feel I will pass in the bed I sleep in. Many people I know cheer, so I suppose that's what keeps me going.

I wish those I've met in internet land were close by. It seems more men have professed their interests in me online than in real life. That's a white lie, a few man children have come along. They're mostly the doughy nerd man babies who have a shy girl fetish. They're almost always the ones with the outlandish fetishes, and are more arrogant and find uglier women to cheat on.

I had a friend try to contact me too. I stopped talking to him over a year ago due to some stuff going down. He tried to call me and I texted him, but life caught up and we stopped talking. A year later his mother told my sister to tell me he misses me. That really bothered me. He's always been a coward who'd twiddle his thumbs and let his mother pressure him. I was very fond of him, and probably would've dated him. It wasn't meant to be, and I think it's for the best. If he tried to get back in touch with me I'd be fine, but using him mother as a messenger just put me off. It hurt more than I though. I don't know why.

I've forgotten the point of this post, I feel like there should be something new here ever few weeks. I use tumblr for that, but there are too many people on that horrible site that make me want to star in a puke porn. I have a tumblr, but it regressed from an update of some shit in my life to a haven of obese people, orgish shit, fatty porn, and deformed babies. If you want the tumblr message me or something.

I posted some new art so you can go look of you want. I thank each and every one of you for support. It means the world to me.

Goodbye.