Woooow. This place still exists... I can hardly believe it. Got some catching up to do.

Haven't been here in ages but I suppose that I have something to write about. I think it's only fair, since I have this window open already... plus I'm bored. Read on.


The past few months has been a bit rough on me, on all kinds of fronts. But I guess this place somehow lets me talk "freely without some bitch or faggot interfering". Did I really say stuff like that? What kind of person was I, last year?

All I know is; things changed around here. They say a character can change once one puts enough effort but it's the little things that do the trick, man. Less is more and so life continues to grow and expand making nothing ever sure.

So who am I? I'll reintroduce myself. To the new and unentertained 'till the old and the familiar.

I am a care-free man living in a world of disaster. For more than 19 years, I roam the land of the silly, the land of the smart and the land of the funny.
My beliefs are based on the concrete and the real. God is a creature known to everything but humanity and I'm no different; I believe no Gods for no God believes in man.
I'm not smart nor am I intelligent; I don't know what it means to be a genius and I rather not find out. I am but a simple man relying on my imagination to fake things be more interesting. Life offers more yet we can't see everything so I'm doing my best!

So give me a name and I'll remember you for your creativity but in any case, you can call me Lance.

Introduction aside, let's move on to something for you to read.

As I'm writing this, I can't help but notice the journals I wrote before. And the only feeling I get is a weird and bad vibe of uneasiness, despair and a certain stupidity.
It would seem that a few things were bothering me. Things that, right now, mean nothing more than a penny. Holland doesn't work with pennies so do the math.
But why did it bother me so much? I must've been shallow. It seems to revolve around the same set of people. People that I, freakishly, was unable to even mention in any of the journals. I can only conclude that I wanted to find an answer to the an unspeakable question. Or: to hear what cannot be said. Pick your favorite but the outcome remains that whatever it was that haunted me must've been really important.
I recall bits and pieces of what it was. Couldn't get with one girl, wanted to get rid of the other... I reread whatever I wrote there and while it reached my eyes as words with a meaning, it left my mind as garbage and uninteresting.

I pity the fool that I once was.

Now then. Let's put that away and focus on the now.

I see everyone has been busy. Congrats goes out to Lunaira for graduating and a big thank you to those who've added me to their watchlist (even though I never updated anymore). A friendly wave goes out to people ever so updating their stuff, it made me smile to see what you people were up to! So restless! My inbox was full!

So how is everyone doing, eh? C'mon, don't be shy. Say hi! I'll promise to reply.