By pure happenstance, just like every other year, I find myself back at DeviantArt. Wandering the empty hallways that used to be so full of people and, for a lack of better words, life. But please believe me, no lying, I was not sad first started walking this hallway of memory lane. I guess this place just makes me feel alone. Which also means I shouldn't be here since it obviously isn't good for me. And yet, here I am. How strange. It's like I like to be hurt (anyone attracted to broken people!?). Anyway, just as I did the year before, here I am talking about past projects and future hopes. I skimmed the last journal entry I made last year, and honestly- truly honestly- nothing has changed. I worked a little more on Allison Branch, a little more on motion comics, but nothing else. I have been trying to read more, so that's nice. Actually, that's probably the only nice thing that I can talk about. Just today I wade myself through the old boxes in search of books. It was incredibly