Another not so happy of wonders, I wonder, what do people do if they feel so alone, as though their whole worlds have simply disappeared over night, and that everything and everyone is of little to no importance, what is the point of an artistic talent with no one to share your love of it with, none to stand as your reason for loving the trade. There isn't one is there? If so I'd like to know it, because I love to draw, I love to work forth, but the more I draw the lonelier I seem to get and the less I feel a part of this existance. My happy is dying, and a great sorrow has taken it's place.. the greatest sorrow I've felt to this day..