your old nocturnal pal jakki here.
evidently i am still alive.
you wouldn't know it, by the amount of art i've been putting out as of late.
i no longer have a scanner so all my drawings are non-transferable.
perhaps i will try to write more, but there are no promises in a change in subject any time soon, as it's easier than you'd think to be hung up on a person who doesn't tell you anything that matters.
expect loads more angst-ridden love/hate shit. it's pretty much how things are looking right now.

i don't want to destroy your tanktop
let's be friends, and just walk away
it's good to see you lyin' there in your superman skivvies
lyin' on the floor, i've come undone