Off to get shit faced

I´m not having a good day. I so wish my life was back the way it was 4 years ago. I want to come home. Oh right I don´t have a fucking home! My home is my backpack! Fuck! Oh well off to drink my ass into a stupor and hand out free art that I´ve been slaving over all day! Fuck! Is it obvious... I´m not having a good day!

I am alive... no doubt. But today is one of those days that the hurt in my heart makes my eyes water. May you all feel alive like I do. Somedays it makes me scream with elation! Somedays I can´t get out of bed and cry myself back to sleep... but I am alive... thank God I feel something!

Sharing some writings from my journal

Someone wrote this in my journal when I wasn´t in control of it. I think it´s beautiful.

"Old enough to know better
Too young to care
I´ve emptied my pockets
And the rain is in my hair
My art is soaked
from sitting on the the street
I´ve nowhere to go
and no one to meet
But I´ll draw my pictures
That no one will ever see
I feel quite fucked
but I´m still looking for weed
So I recieve my drawing pad back
And I finish my OWN life"

-Anonymous

This person had me summed up pretty fucking good... not to mention it was a cold rainy night and I was indeed soaked... and indeed handing out art that you all will never see.

Cold sores suck!

Nothing like a nasty fever blister to scare off women. I must be drinking too much... this is my second so far in three months. Hopefully love sees through these stupid fucking eye sores. I want a wife. I want love. Sometimes I feel so alone why can´t I have the kind of love I once had. I want a beautiful woman´s soul to love me. I need love. Without it I feel like Vincent Van Gogh. Does some one need me to cut off my fucking ear? Will someone love me if I promise to never have sex with them! Or cut off my fucking ear! Fuck! I am so alone... I don´t want to go back to my hostel. Am I too crazy to love? Fuck you God! Love sucks! AAAaaaaaaarrrrrggggghh!