Shedding and stuff.

I feel much better now, especially since I've taken a nose dive into more creative approaches to life. I get much of my inspiration from a game called Oddworld, which seems very cliche until you take a deeper look into the intended symbolism behind it. The real truth behind the game is full of real-world issues, coupled with strange-looking and endearing characters and landscapes that really suck you in. I write and draw from that universe, and I play music to help ease whatever feelings are finally abating. I'm also creating a Tarot deck from that universe, with some help.

I have ... crap, I forgot what I was saying. -Thinks.- ... Aw man. D: I can't remember. ...WAIT. THERE IT IS.

I'm going through my personality traits, realizing which ones are fake, although it's difficult. I've worn a mask for so long that mask has become a part of me. But I'm uncovering the easiest ones, and slowly but surely peeling them away. At the same time, I'm taking many of the things I fear and forcing myself to stand up and face them - such as driving. I'm terrified. But the other day, my mother was sick-tired, so I volunteered to drive home instead of her forcing me. I'm not a good driver, but she refuses to believe otherwise. But I'll overcome that too.