Dear Journal,
I must try harder, my revision seems to be swimming in mindless circles... My art is lagging in a lax with no new feats... I cannot even step outside the house without the cold wind ushering me back in to my solitude. I feel so alone in the world, I know there are those out there which will claim otherwise, but what are their actions now? To ignore and isolate me... I feel like I have on face, my laughter is a moment of manic...facade. Before pressing back in to the darkness, for no one seems to understand me, even my greatest friend has desolated me while I hold an anchor of loneliness. Sorry, I promise these Journal entries s