Man, I used to draw some good stuff. By good stuff, I'm only referring to the Tsubasa picture I sketched when I was 15. How can I be worse now? Lack of practice it seems.

Also, halfway through these journal entries, I became really anal about indenting correctly. Funny.

I like reading over old entries. Brings me back to the "old days". And it's nice to know that I haven't really changed all that much -- at least not in my way of thinking. So in some ways, yes, I am still winning the fight against the world, and that makes me glad that I'm succeeding at something at least. Or actually, the entries are a little pessimistic and cynical, but I remember exactly what I was thinking while writing them. There was some underlying statement I was making, that I'm still making, and apparently can't formulate into words very well.

I feel a little sad that I didn't make a single entry in 2008 since that was the most influential and important year of my life. I didn't even draw anything that year, I don't think. Or if I did, it was shit, and I no longer remember where it went. I remember being happiest then. For once, I think I was happy enough with my life to actually be living it instead of contemplating it, which is probably a healthy thing. I guess this entry makes it official, my life is once again unbalanced in some way.