Life is going on, I've been drawing a bit more, but for lack of camera or phone they are not posted, but soon enough. I am dysfunctional, I am warped, used, wasted, torn, sick, ugly, and bled dry. Days come and go, but it seems life they run circling into each other, the lines are blurred. I can carve obscenities into my arm for as long, and as hard as I want, but it does not change who I am. Who I hate, who I fear to find. I do not know how to deal with everything, and really wish for no more than love, peace and joy to everyone whom I love and in their lives. I am the self-proclaimed vagabond, to me my happy comes when I go, when I move and travel, with no one place I am forced to stay. Call it selfish, childish, irresponsible, but as greedy as it is of me, I know it makes me happy. To do as I please, go when I want, stay if I feel I would like. To be among friends, to be among those I choose for however long I please. With nothing to tie me down to one spot. I've had several people tell me that I remind them of someone they knew, someone they where close with. That I remind them remarkably of someone they loved, who killed themselves. I don't know in such a case that it was true, but maybe they we're just trying to relate to how wrong I am in the head. Who knows? All I know is I hope they find peace and I'm still gonna be here for awhile. Well I will part in saying this, I firmly believe that the time you choose to open it, dictates what's inside. I relate that to everything and one in life. Ponder on it, and take your own meaning from my words. - Jennifer Leigh Kolb