It's been a while since I've even bothered in dabbling with stuff like deviantart, but here I am, with other important things I ought to be concerned with but would rather delay in attending to.

Why?

The reason is not so important to warrant a blog, however, what with my waning dabblings in writing fanfiction I figured it was about due that I express my literary fondness in some way, shape, or form. Resurrect an old hobby. So, here I am, dabbling away and basically letting free flow of thought guide my fingers over the clacking of computer keys.

Although much has passed since the last I blogged, I find myself feeling all the more weary just by thinking about it, so why ruminate by going over every little detail in writing?

Why, indeed.

Simply put, at this point in my existence, I tire of living. No, this is not some sort of plea for attention with the flavor of suicidal ideation sprinkled in. More like, my own personal mini-therapy-session, of which I hope will help me wallow up and out of the problems currently plaguing my mind. Therefore, expression of honesty is a must if progress is truly sought.

Anyway, I digress.

Living, as of late, has gotten much more intense and far more laden with quagmires I never thought possible for one person to encounter in such a short amount of time. The inherent stress is nothing, if not phenomenal, and by no means is it phenomenal in a way that would inspire a feeling of great awe or covetous desire.

So yeah, I've been really stressed lately, so what.

So what...well, I want something different, that's what. Hell, why stop there? I don't "want," I need, desire, crave, yearn, seek...dare I say, even hope for. Anything aside from this numbing lull I must face every day, this limbo of mental decay that keeps be stunted, crippled, and dependent upon an endless cycle of despair.

I need a break from life.