Hi, it's me. Remember? LegendofFullmetal. I wrote this thing once upon a time ago, drew some stuff.
There we are. Hey there.
I know, I know. It's been weeks since the last time I wrote something. Maybe longer, I don't know. The days have been running into each other and I have a hard time differentiating between what happened yesterday and what happened two weeks ago. My only knowledge of time is how much I have left until the next homework assignment is due, and more often it tells me how long I have left in my 8-hour shifts.
It also reminds me of how long I've been alone.
There was this hope once. It died completely tonight with the lack of a response.
What's luck, again?
I hate being kept away from doing the things that I love. I have so may ideas for drawings, and then Guardian Who just got left off in the cold like a child barely learning how to walk just to be pushed over. I want to write. I want to draw. My despair and hopelessness, even in this state, is something of an inspiration, though small it may be. I want to do nothing at yet everything all at the same time.
I've been writing these letters to nobody as I sit bored in class to pass the time. They've been helping. Will I ever publish them? Oh heavens, no. Why? Simple.
They don't matter.
Anyway, you must be tired of someone like me ranting on. Legends aren't meant to rant. They're meant to exist, to have a peak, and then disappear silently into the void of time. So I'll put it simply. If you even still care, I really doubt that I'll be publishing anything here on DeviantART for a very long time. I'm terribly sorry.
I'm also sorry for this disgusting thing I dare to call a journal. Anyway, this is not a call for help or attention, because I know very, very few will come to read it. And then from that (if I may dare to be so hopeful), only a miniscule fraction of that number will remember and pursue, but for the most part it will be forgotten after perhaps some sort of consoling comment.
Life goes on.