I remember when I had a ton of journal entries here. Some good ones, some ones of my dark times, some where I just complained like a bitch for several paragraphs. Not much for wasting energy on the latter these days. Why did I delete them? Well, I planned on leaving dA at some point last year, due to a rather bizarre incident. Let's just say this: some people just don't like having some things pointed out, even when you aren't even saying it is true. They were a friend to me, but all it took was a few words for it all to come crashing down and have them turn on me. It hurt; it doesn't much anymore, but it did then. And I kind of miss having them around, though they may not even be in the state anymore. I don't have a clue, since I haven't bothered looking. Dwelling in the past is something I've been getting better at not doing.

What the future has in store for me, I have no idea. There are inklings of what may come down the pipeline; one, in particular, brings a smile to my face every time. The very thought of it is a bright light shining through the clouds, warming like the hug of a loved one. When and how this will come to complete fruition, I can't say for sure. But, just knowing it is there waiting in the wings, is a comfort. Everything else continues on as it tends to do. Loved ones continue to be important, old friends return to nesting grounds of what seems to be a past life and the grind of reality chips away at my armor, but can't quite penetrate it. God, how it can hurt, but I try to remain upright for as long as I can. The pull of a far-away place can be felt, but it is unclear if that is the correct path. But, what is really correct in this world? That definition changes often.

Enough of that vague shit. I'm doing okay, for all that care. All I really need right now is a shave and a shower. Hmm, not a bad idea at all.