new progress...old sorrow

well...somehow i managed to revive my drawing hand and am working on the eyes,the windows to the soul.still can't draw that.

well, life is as per normal: fighting for dominance against a angst-ridden rage, hiding inner conflict under a distant look, lonely hole in the heart that digs outwards from the center, losing to the spiral that eats my will up. the day to day living of losing, watching much better people lose and lose temper over it while you can only watch.

i can't blog about the issue i want to discuss...cos it is in conflict with one of my unwritten policies "don't blog about class events"...which is sadly what this issue is about. the week has been really sad...some atmosphere of depression. some guy broke down, some guy flared up, some dude just was reacting to the wrong root of the problem. out of the three, i think the only one that doesn't need the pity is the one with the wrong root, and he was shouting behind a door, not outside one. (and that is enough hints on what i'm talking about).

life is a sad thing when you get ignored. all you can do is watch as it passes, and sigh at outcome.

and now the goal seems further away...it's quite depressing and stressful

isolation can be such a pain when there is a nagging dark voice the demands company.