This morning I woke up, feeling really good, not about anything in particular, maybe it was that 8 full hours of sleep I finally got. I didn't go to bed til 5 am though. I'm going to spend the rest of my evening at my Oma's house. I haven't been there in awhile, and I feel horrible for it. She doesn't have much longer to live.. I'm gonna spend my time with her other than slacking on this computer all day.

I still don't really know what to think of this new year yet, so far not so good. But it's still very early. The things I want to happen aren't going fast enough, but maybe that's a good thing. I still have a whole year right to make things the best for me.

I haven't really been drawing in my sketchbook lately, I should be though, I like drawing thoughts more than writing or typing them.

I spend spend half of everyday wondering about the future.
Someone pack me in a suitcase now.