My brother, whom I live with, and I came to the realization that it's been one whole year since I've moved to my new home. A lot has happened, and a lot hasn't in that time. I've turned milestones and, at the same time, been stagnant in my endeavors.

For one, my computer crashed and so did all of my art, writing, and photography with it. I'm not sure if I'll be able to extract all of that information or not... Should I start anew? Should I drop my artistic side and do something else instead? I'm not too sure.

God, writing this makes me feel so pretentious.

Writing journals feels so dumb now... who the fuck is reading this anyway? It's not like I have anything new to talk about that shouldn't be involved with my artistic identity. (Psh.. artistic identity..) I have no art pieces emerging. My world is sucked into my head and I am aware of myself constantly.

What exactly is the point of writing this other than to update people? Is it so I can read it and see what I'm thinking? That's a good idea... because I haven't really written anything cognitive in a while.

I feel modest, introverted, and for some reason slightly confused.. maybe unsatisfied or content.