Last night I offered my soul to Satan in exchange for the ability to draw, and a pack of Lucky Strike's. Then I remembered I don't beleive in Satan and therefore am unlikely to ever attain either of those things. Instead I'm back to my everlasting search for something that I'm a) good at and b) can keep up for more than a week, it's so far been a fruitless search and an increasingly frustrating one especially as I'm at the point where I actually need to do something with my life. So far it seems like a life of anonymity and apathy, everyday I get a little bit more angry at myself and then at everything around me and finally it ends with me recounting all the people who've fucked me over over the years. A few of whom I dearly wish I'd never met, people who seem to have added nothing to my life except a good deal of grief. I think I've just lost my passion for everything, I know for the last 2 years it hasn't been there, in fact I remember the exact day it went. So now I'm in my endless loop of anger and spite I need some kind of release, I'm all out of ideas.

Ending ramble now.