I am often tired of my circumstances. I feel if I am an artist my masterpiece is being carved by smashing my head against a marble slab. This self destructive compulsion is never fulfilled, there is only more scars. That is how I feel most days… but I have learned a lot about some basic truths. Though most of them are painful or at the very least were painful. Like maybe quitting is the right choice sometimes. I have tried my hand at painting, sculpting and game design. I have written poems, novellas and paint toy soldiers. I have attempted...