Today marks the end of my 'month of hell'. It also presents that the one year point from which these escapades started is almost at an end. So, in the light of such historical events, I leave you all with this:

[/-:(BeGiNtHeEnD):-\]
Such enchanting beauty that lies behind this heart shaped face. So much hope for this lost soul, yet puzzled with the mysteries of life. This cancer has plauged Her mind long enough. I could be the one to help. I could be the one that saves Her. Yet the disease spreads like an open flame, scorching the souls of the innocent. These tears flow in hopes of her reconcilliation of all that she's done. I sit up at night pondering the cause and consequences of my actions, and fear this trapped situation is all my fault. Thoughts wavering on the brink of distinction. To decompose one self, to push past the breaking point. A simple slice of the wrist would ensue the bleeding of my life-force with the recognition that my purpose of living is none. The realization that nothing can take me back to how things were, and that the one object of desire holds a stronger sway over life itself refuses to accept me. The end was foretold, I have warned you in the past. You've witnessed the sings just as I have, yet we sit back and refuse to accept the reality of what is to come. I've lost everything - my heart, my sould, my aspirations - all in the endless quest for knowledge. Well, know this everyone: we mortals have but two purposes - to live and to die. Perhaps the time of attonement for the later is at hand. This will be my last post.

Hold regardless the destructive nature of mankinda, and believe this is a sign of the strong hearted. Love has many meanings, but the most purest and rawest sense of the word can cause heartache when the realization occurs that it has dies inside. The realization that it was never meant to be; that I was never meant to be. Abandon hope all ye who enter this world, for it is filled with lies and deception the likes of which make me sick to my stomach.

So much to learn, so much of the world to explore - it almost seems like a pipedream; an impossible feat. Regardlesss of the souls I've touched in any way shape or form, I cannot control these thoughts or feelings. I apologize severely to those I've hurt and those I am about to. I cannot go on living in this hopeless world, striving for a hopeless situation. Let my actions echo through time as a prophecy to what is the inevitable.

Farewell.

Here's my new tattoo that I designed myself. It represents the struggle between good and evil and symbolizes that every decision we make will have either a good or bad outcome. I call it "The Struggle". What do you think?

Sorry about the quality, I used my friend's web cam. I'll be on my way for now, and another update will be at hand shortly.