The 'Mysterious World' of Maria

I drew this August 19th 2008.

----My thoughts that I wrote before I fell asleep last night---- Will I ever be happy? Do I deserve to be happy? I just don't know anymore. I've lost myself again. I don't feel myself when I'm here. No one will ever understand nor do they care. I'm back in that scary place again. Who can I go to? I have a strong faith that God can help me, but I feel he's given up on me. I just let him down too much...too often. I just wish I could be with the one I want to be with. I wish they would want me back. Oh well...I miss Fergus...end of story. :-( (But, I wonder if he feels the same...)

Here's Morrissey that I attempted to draw. It looks OK, but it could've been better. I suppose everything we do in life could be better. Blah. Viva Moz!

I've been thinking a lot lately about life and death. There have been a lot of deaths occurring throughout the celebrity world. First, Heath Ledger, Bernie Mac, Isaac Hayes...etc. It's interesting how we care so much when celebrities, we know, die. Truth be told, people die everyday. And, it's not that we care less about each one of those people--it's just that it doesn't phase us or their deaths aren't on the big headlines as much as our 'precious' celebrities. Something else interesting is that when we find out someone dies--we realise how precious life is and how we never know when we are going to leave this world. At that moment, we vow that we will live life to the fullest. But seconds or days later, we claim that we can't survive another day in this world and wish we were dead. I suppose it's easier to be the one in control of your life's fate rather than not being certain when you will die or how you will die. Death is a scary thing. E...