I have hit rock bottom and made it my bed. You know the view is awful, the garbage that's piling up is really starting to stink. But my god, the people I've met are GOLD! If you could only hear the stories I've been told. If you could see the people I've meet or the scars I've been shown. They have so many stories but THIS is all I have to show. These poorly painted portraits, for my barely hopeful friends. But hopeful or not, I have HOPE for them. I have seen the smartest creative people I know drunk or high, complaining about EVERYTHING they've been through. Crying about the burdens they hold. Telling me that I can't even BEGIN to know. This is for them. For my friends. For ANYONE who has EVER questioned the end. For the kids who drown in that bottle. For the ones who NEVER feel good enough. For the ones who just can't wait to get out. Let it go! SCREAM WITH ME!!! I am so sorry your heart is lined with scars. And there is always something going wrong. I am convinced that WE ALL SUFFER and we are ALL FAR FROM HOME... ...but we can make THIS PLACE our own! Thank you again for pausing long enough to look. If my ranting speaks to you, PLEASE let me know. We wander this fucked-up world alone, but we can wander alone together! ~yoshiO