alive another year

tomarrow is my b-day im finally 23 this is the year where i make my place in this world. oh what the fuck no one cares... anyways ive been spending my days drawing more i find the real me stairing at a empty page seeing something thats not there and makeing it come alive is like the only time i dont feel like a loser is when i see my hard work finished. art is like my crack i need it so that i know im alive. idk why i update this when no one reads it i cant flash anyone or save the world. i dont want meteral possesions or fame or power all i want is a place for me pencle in hand empty sketch book in the otherand my music yesterday was freak on a leash today i would have to say question from system of the down anyway i enjoy drawing a friend i have a crush on i guess its a way for me to get my feelings all better instead of holding them in
Posca one wild sg hopeful and one of my close friends


and on a side note



this is a old pick of lilith