Basically.
I'll probably end up making a more official (More not than likely) journal but I'm done with dA.
Among other things.
All I really have left is my ability to think and before I would be able to imagine. Now, I call it thinking.
Skepticals was right about a lot of things.
And no he didnt "talk" to me.
In a sense, Skepticals was/is a physical image for my self-conscious.
Through him I know more then I let myself think.
I'll think something but through Skepticals I can say more about the subject.
He mostly deals with my relations to people.

I was wrong.
My inspiration is fine, though blocked.
My motivation is none.
I'm not lazy.
I just don't care.
But I care that I don't care.
With or without meds it's the same. Cept with meds Im filled with ignorant glee for no reason.
Maybe they'll change the dose so that not only will I not care, but not care about the fact that I do not care.

There are many other things I could say...but it concerns few.
I plan on one day making a new account.
If you want to know the username just drop me a note.
I plan on checking this place everyday, I still enjoy (Very much so) others art.

Good Bye.