I certainly never laugh. I was reviewing my old work. And honestly that doesnt really extend to most of these awful drawings and photographs. It definately is what I would call my actions and behavior. A peice of work. An artform of self hatred. Social deconstruction at its finest, and worst. This is a document. A stark reminder that I am a different person than I was.

I still love the person that I said I didn't love. The person that I said I never loved. The person that I said was worthless. In the same manner I still love the person that I loved before, and after. I was careless to say the things I said. I lost one of my best friends.

I seem to have died.