I once upon a time vainly attempted some sort of format to my journals, but between the pretentiousness in them and the fact that the confines of stupid little headings make me feel overworked, I've decided to break out of the box and become a new me.

Well... Not really, but I reinvented my Dev. Art. ^_^; Same thing right?

I suppose since no one ever read about my conflicts choosing between two guys, it doesn't really matter, so I deleted those journals for that reason, too. I find that relationships just get me down, so there's no point in persuing something that you know will eventually just screw you over in the end. I'll let it come to me; it's better than letting the one you love throw it in your face that you were the one chasing them.

My muses have escaped. Sure, every writer in the world will complain until they're blue in the face that they have writer's block, but this is serious. I have absolutely zero inspiration nowadays, other than roleplaying with my friend Chris, and he's just bloody brilliant and so, replying to him is hardly what I would call a chore. Other than that though, and I find myself blankly staring at wordpad, hearing it's silent mocking laughter. Yes, wordpad is mocking me. That evil contraption defined by none other than Microsoft themselves is laughing at my ineptitude to type anything more than four words without cooking up some expletive stew and clicking the little red "x" in the top, right hand corner.

Man, you'd think I'd be able to write something even after all of this shitty ranting about how I can't. Life is funny that way. Maybe I'll have another go at getting laughed at by computer programs. This time I'll show you, Bill Gates.