i've given up fashion design. fuck it. i'm tired.
and i feel relief. it seems too long i have lived for some higher purpose. not for myself.
here; i've given up hope now. im not gonna torture myself with this any more.
after jesper died there was no chanse i'd ever manage. i tripped. i tried to get over it, beleave me, but let's face it.
life is too short. i'm not going to spend all my life running in a hamster wheel.

im finaly doing what i always said i would. i'm going out to see the world. i start with england. maybe later i go and volunteer. or go to new zealand, or australia. this world is so beautiful, there is so much to see and do. this business is so superficial...
sure it was fun for a while, but i'm too much spiritual and earthy for casual ass licking. at least in the long run.

i'll still be drawing tho. that's one thing i'll never quit doing. maybe i start writing again too. -.o


now i'm off to enjoy true blood rest of the night, stuffing myself with cheez doodles (love) and chocolate.


peace out.