everything is alright.
i have nearly forgotten all of you.
slowly life seems to be come more..complex? and i seem to find myself back here at late hours of the night, abandoning the weeks of work that have piled up, and coming here I have found a many things of hope.
I find more struggles today, but I see these works of art and I figure, maybe it's not time to quit just yet,
so yeah. I'm alive, but I don't know about well.

I must keep something to remind me however of where I am at now. And here are the questions I have left myself with:

How will I ever catch up?
Whats the best illness to fake?
Who will be my hatter?
Am I right?
How will I speak to him...?