I'd like to believe that, "friends remain friends, no matter what, to the end", as the saying always goes...

But even then, when you thought that even the closest of friends you had wind up leaving you in the dust at your weakest...

I'd like to believe that they cared for you, even when they said it to your face.

But it all ends up as grits of sand in the eyes...

I've believed in broken promises and empty swears...and I can't stand it any longer.

There was to be a final piece hand-drawn, but I just can't be damned anymore. I've deleted everything there was to my history on this place.

Many original works of photoshopped art and literature that haven't been saved elsewhere; gone...But I just don't care anymore.

I'm done.

Thank you to the very few that have given me peace of mind, and your open arms in my time of instability. I couldn't have asked for better friends.