Completely Flammable

Who doesn't want things burst into flames?

Nevermind, that sounds a bit dangerous.

Well, let me be blunt. Bob and Kay are done. She broke up with him yesterday, thus making her presence permanently absent from the apartment. She already moved all her stuff and the like away to her parent's house. I honestly can't imagine the feelings Bob must be experiencing. I bet it's much more severe than what I've felt in the past. She's still going to pay her part of the rent because she's one the lease, but when June rolls around, that's it. I hope Bob can find the strength to deal with this.

On the flip side, I bought a black steel ring that's situated on my right index finger. Not sure how, but I think it'll serve me well.

I'm stuck. I'm not sure where I' gonna go with the art I'm making. I want to get serious, as much as an amateur that I am, I think it's the best way to get my mind off a lot of things. I've consistently said that I was going to create content that would eventually be compiled into a graphic novel. I still want to do this, but I have so many different ideas and I'm lost on which one I should follow. I'd like to dedicate my time to all of them, but I'm afraid I only have enough patience for one particular set. And when I make that choice, I have to serious develop a decent plot with an understandable story and realistic and lovable characters. It's kind of pissing me off, deciding what to do with all this creativeness. Whatever, if I actually sit down and work things out, I'll find myself on the right direction.

I wonder what's gonna happen now?