"When you're too in love to let it go..."

First, I woulld encourage anybody who stumbles upon this blog to order a copy of "Blankets" by Craig Thompson. It is a truly Fantastic piece of art, in both story and image.

If anybody would care to give me an opinion on this page, i would much appreciate it. I like the design so far, but something seems to be missing (other than actual content, that is.)
www.hu.mtu.edu/~mschadwi/page/html

I admit that of these past few weeks, I have been ignoring blogging. Not this blog, mind you, there is nothing new about me ingnoring this page, but since I have moved up here, I had only checked my usual run of blogs once, and that was the second day I was here, and I am currently doing the best I can to catch up.

I know now why some other blogs flourish, while mine stays a small malnourished thing with only three commenters. Other blogs are actual tales of somebody's life, they contain a complete record of joy and sorrow, small things that make people smile, as well as darker things. However, as I stated early in this blog, this is not a place for all of that. I feel no need to express the joys of life, i share these everyday with the people I interact with. But when the bad things in life begin to builld up with me, I come here to vent. So instead of a total account of my life, my readers only end up with the depressing side. Well, anyway, on to the depressing stuff.

I feel like such an asshole. Every day I swear to myself that it would be better, and that I should break up with her, many a night I sit with my phone in hand, waiting to call her, to end this, but I never do. I instead call, and we talk about the small things of the day, and how we miss each other, and part with a quiet, 'I love you.' God, how I wish sometimes that it wasn't true. This would all be so much easier if it wasn't true. As much as I wish I could do it, I just can't seem to let her go. I feel so selfish. And now i seem to be ill, with an on/off fever all day. Bah.

For those of you who will look at the fact that I told you to read something, please reconsider, after all, it's only an illustrated novel.

And for those of you who just read that previous sentace and shied away because you jump to some conclusion or another about comics, reconsider. I did not say comic, nor did I even say Graphic Novel. There is no hero, there is no larger than life villan, there are only people, it a beautiful story, accompanied by beautiful art. It is not a story for intellectuals, nor is a story not for intellectuals, it isn't for or against anybody. It is simply a story. For people.