I hate life atm.

I wish I was still in school, I wish I still lived in the city. I hate this stupid town, no jobs, no nothing to do but lurk on da webs. Even then, it's shallow, empty and almost lifeless.

I haven't made anything new in ages. Maybe I should get to that.

I'm surprised I've gotten 504 hits. Too bad it's all about my silly Kirby sex thing. I'm surprised by it's apparent popularity since I made in literally a minute. I wish MSN worked so I can actually draw, although I'm not much of a drawer, I'm more of a writer I guess. All my online comics I wrote most of the stuff. Maybe I should put them all up.

I'm disappointed at that this being such a large community of actual artists (not me) I'll never get comments. I love comments, sadly, everyone either lurks or favorites with nothing else. I can't do much besides shrug and occasionally post on their page "THANKS FOR FAV UR KEWL <3!~~~~~~~~~~~~~".

I know I can draw better than what I put up on here, it's just when I draw seriously, I often hate it, I don't like doing it and it doesn't seem like a lot of fun. The thing with my drawings is that I enjoy doing the random badly drawn stuff. I find it more entertaining and more fun to see. It isn't the best but whatever.

I guess all I can do here is comment on other people's work and tell them how good it really is. I'm surprised that a lot of stuff gets next to no views. The person I JUST watched has as much page views as me, what's the deal? That person is much better at what he/she does and I enjoy seeing it. It's too bad it gets next to no attention. I guess that's what sucks about large communities, the emptiness, the work with no reward. I guess with drawing stuff and writing, it's a competitive employment or hobby. You're supposed to make these things and expect no reward, but to expect personal satisfaction with the work created. Sadly some pointers would help out with any artist, and it's hard to get that with no attention to the work.

Call my whiny whatever. I'm just bored and slightly depressed that I wake up with nothing to do in life and it's probably going to be that way for a while.

Oh, my last journal entry is still in effect.

Night.