im not blog-dead,

im just simply dead-dead. its amazing how my parents can make me feel so totally useless, even though i know where they're coming from. yes all the things that i draw are ugly, because they all stem from ugly thoughts. man's pursuit of beauty has always been a warped obsession of greed, and its clumsy attempts at covering up their innate animalistic behaviour. maybe subconsciously they have already looked through the intricate packaging of its rotting core. this is one of the days when i wake up late, not because of sloth, but out of dread of the new day. one of the days when i would gladly stuff tangles of black long hair down my own throat. hope it passes soon by itself, because there is no one to save me.