A few weeks ago I went completely crazy and lashed out at everyone. I think it had to do with my old sanctuary being broken.

Only it wasn't that I went really crazy or lashed out at anyone close to me. I seemed to have a mental break-down that existed only online, and I began lashing out at everyone whom I know online. My writing and view of anything artistic just was covered in a thick, moss-like angst and I pretty much took a much darker style to everything I've written. I think it happened as I started to become more and more active online after a long absence.

So the internet. It used to be my sanctuary, the place where I was someone else, someplace I was more intuned with the world and events. It was this place when my real-life wasn't very, uh, real? When I spent more time hiding online or searching for things I needed online. Now a days I don't need it, I've created a great life for me outside of my old internet world. A month ago in the real world I stopped going out to save money. This in turned I s'pose turned out the light of my reality and thus magnified everything from the internet causing my own self to crash.

Hence the terrible titles on the pictures, the depressing poems and strange short story.

I'm getting out to meet friends more now and am preparing for my trip. This has lit my reality back up and turned down the amplified sound from the voices that come from the internet.