I'm not going to lie, I've given up. My last journal was back in december of twenty thirteen! And the last time I submitted something was WAAAY back in october twenty thirteen. I think it's safe to say, I'm done. I have zero interest and spark anymore. And, frankly, I just do not give a shit.
So, here's the deal: I've pulled most of my shit out of storage. Not ALL, but most (some will STAY in storage just because, frankly, I've moved on and they are either incredibly crappy. Or were done by someone who, frankly, I can't stand the thought of). I'm...pretty much done. Unless some miracle happens, I doubt I'll do anything ever again.
I'm not saying it couldn't HAPPEN. I mean, I do tend to go months and even years when my interest swings. Like a god damn pendulum, I tell you. It COULD happen. But, seriously, don't bet on it. But, go ahead and hold your breath. Because, frankly, lack of oxygen to your brain probably isn't going to do much more damage. I do suggest you put on a helmet first, however.
And, honestly, that's some good advice for some people. Put on a fucking helmet. I don't know how some people manage to dress themselves everyday.
...that went south so fast! Okay, back to me. Given up. Retired. May come back. Don't bet on it. But go ahead and hold your breath if you truly believe it. And STOP ASKING ABOUT STUFF IN STORAGE. Seriously, its put away for a reason. Personal reasons.