I haven't been on in forever, as stated by the 1,126 messages and 2,300 deviations I have to check.

That I will check later...

About two weeks ago, one of my teachers gave me a new sketchbook, because my old one went missing out of her room... I did have pics of some stuff that was in it though, so sometime I'll post them later. _{At a friend's house right now... kinda don't have them on her compy.}
And she gave me woodless colored pencils. ME LUFF!!!

And so I present to you the newest coloring of Kirsteen!

And that's all I've got for now.

But it has a title. No Title. XD

Okay, lame, I know.

Season 6!!!! Two hour premier!!! Or is it premire? I dunno... Using Opera, so it doesn't have a damn spellcheck, like Firefox does. And Safari.

But that's beside the point.

Everybody Lies

God, I'll love it if, by some sliver of chance, they (writers of [H] O U S E M.D.) make the bromance into an actual romance. That would be so... (no words left...)

And I don't think House belongs in the damn Mental Hospital... And I know many think the same thing.

He had a friggn' concussion, (Don't know how to spell) and it went untreated!!! Hallucenations are possible!

Amber started after the crash, cause of his concussion...

(taps head)

Incompetent doctors...

WILSON! GIVE HOUSE AN MRI!!!

Enough ranting about House. (glare at Chase, cause he's the Aussie... House always gives him the blame. Even with Short-Shorts.)

*yawn*

I've become two things for my cat.

1) A jungle gym.
2) A scratching post.

(When I'm asleep, mind you.)

Numerous cuts (Most are not my fault) on me... annoying cat...

Hi.
I'm happy.
Hi.
I'm sad.
What? I'm being confusing?

Everybody lies. People don't change. If you can fake sincerity, you can fake pretty much anything.

Hi.
I'm Happy.
Hi.
I'm Sad.
Hi.
I'm damaged.

Hi.
I'm happy.
Hi.
I'm sad.
What? I'm being confusing?

There is not a thin line between love and hate. There is, in fact, a Great Wall of China with armed sentries posted every 20 feet between love and hate.

And I hate myself. I hate everything I've done. I hate everything I have ruined.

There is only one thing I love. Well, two, but I just chased one of them away.

Hi.
I'm Happy.
Hi.
I'm Sad.
Hi.
I'm damaged.

And I've learned that the hard way. I've always had a high thought, "Oh, the good people outweigh the bad. If I just stay optimistic, it'll all turn out good."

*slap*

Life sucks. People suck. And I'm mad I didn't realize that sooner.

Obviously there are some good people out there. (Don't need to name, nor am I sending letters to make you feel fuzzy. Take it and go.)

But, when you're own boyfriend greets you on the phone with: What do you want? (In a slightly snarky tone)

That's when I snap.

And isn't he supposed to be one of the few people you can go to when you're having a hard time?

I've got to give him, though, he doesn't like puzzles. And I am a puzzle. But he won't figure me out. Not that he can't. He doesn't want to, I think.

Okay.

Obviously some people who read this will think, "Well, you're boarding the train a little late."

Okay. *shrug* Maybe I had tried to avoid the train, than realize what a slap in the face. *shrug again* Oh well...

Off to find some occupation that distracts me from trying to figure out what this emptiness is. Like she said.

Maybe I'll bug my dad to fix his guitar so I can finally play it. (Well, begin learning again) (Okay, so maybe it's 7:55 that I'm posting it... been listening to music and what not... XD)

The real face is really -_- (zzzzzz)

Cause no matter what, I can't keep from falling asleep. Dammit!

Why did one of my dreams have something about a phych ward? (Like in a hospital?)

*shakes head*

Maybe I need to go there.

Someone gimme anti-depressants!

And I've been listening to a bunch of songs about Lies.

Terrible Lie - NIN
Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac
Lies - Evanescence
I Don't Care - Apocalyptica (Such a hard name to spell)
Your Love Is A Lie - Simple Plan (I swear, that song fits James Wilson from House so much, with how much each of his GF/Wives cheat on him. XD)

And Snuff by Slipknot describes me so well... *sigh* Damn depressing music... but it just feels good too...

I'm just... I dunno.
I don't know what's in my heart anymore. It feels empty, achey. Hurt.

I don't know, yet, I do know.

I just need... something... someone... I dunno... I need anti-depressants.

Badly