I've come to grips with the factuality of my sucking and swallowing at the concept of updating.

Looking upon my previous works, I'm generally left attempting to clean off the roof of my oral cavity the aftertaste of an absolution of dissapointment (ANGSTANGSTANGST D8<, comparitively in regards to the more recent work the likes of which I see myself in the coming 24xH's.
I assert in slight defensives that creativity and morale have been elusive to the point of Solid Snake-esque merit, resulting in a number of adolescent grievance sessions. Phew-tile, says I.
Ahh, youth~


Heigh-ho, journal skins, passable for perfectionistic pupils Pieces, and God-love Kate, recent IDs to satisfy my blantantly deep-seated pathological nessecity for attention. LOOKITLOOKITLOOKITLOOKIT.