ChromeBone

So, I've gone crazy. Social-psycho! I've gone to the edge and I want to fall from it. Not leap, fall.

I've come to that point. I'm completely obsessed with creating. I can't do anything else. Usually, I'll have this maybe once a year, inspiration for a few months. But this has been going on since December. People are seeing my artwork.  I'm becoming amazed by myself and my work. It's not just an ego, but a thirst for something I can't quite conquer. My Inspiration is a cliff, a vortex upon my gazing eyes. One that distinguishes slices. In pieces of my arms. Digging past my flesh, Into my brain. chemicals. pinching my nipples, chilling the very bare of my neck. Taunting me, hurting me, teasing me. Making me horny for more. This v

So I'll vent here. Typically, I'm not very much of a venter- Especially not one to write about it, especially not on something such as deviantart, but I've already written pages upon pages of my opinions in my journal and it isn't enough. I MUST vent. My brain requires it because these accumulating thoughts and feelings are overwhelming. Alright, so, this is NOT about art. This is a personal vent about my findings in life. Teenage findings. You've been fore-warned. Why is it that chivalry and respect have slowly passed onto a world that is so far away from reality. They don't exist-not in any teenage-mid 20's man I've met. Atleast, none tha