This will most likely be my last journal entry on this site. Artistically, I've grown stale, and my writing has no longer become an outlet for me. Instead, it has become something that I use to drunkenly vent my frustrations and then become sickened by when I read it the next morning.

That is not art. That is an abomination and a waste of my talents, talents that I've already said good-bye to when I decided to enlist. While I wish I had something to place the blame on, or someone to aim my venom at, the only person that I can be angry with is myself for letting my talent decay into this pathetic excuse of a muse.

I will leave this page up, and if I do end up writing more, I'll be sure to post it after it's passed all of my criticisms. I wish you all the best of luck, and with the exception of a few people that I'm hoping get hit by a bus, I hope all your hopes and dreams come true.

Beannachd le.