...Damn...I feel so inferior...There's a lot of people out there, you know? And everyone of them has their own good talent. Some it's mathematics, for others it's their way to comfort others. Hell, even Anth has his own talent at being plain crazy and insane.

What can I say? I feel like some sinned angel, shot out of the heavens because of all these new, shinny angels being so much purer than myself. My friend has a talent at being a great person to liven up the mood. Damn, that goes for everyone I know..Even if I do want to wish them a bad trip on their early trip to heck.

Me? My talents? They've gone. Shot into the depths of my own mind. Where all my ideas come from. I had a talent, or two. I could dream up an entire world of my own, destroy what I wish I had never learned. If I couldn't make it come true, at least I could make it happen in art, or spriting, or even RPing (Something which I miss so much...I've forgotten what it's like to talk in character..To Walk imaginary worlds as a psychotic, Grey Hedgehog..)

The only talent I have, is my own self destruction. Sometimes I forget what it's like to be Zeo. The old, semi-emo brat who dreamt thoughts of explosions and happy or humourious events. I forget what it's like to be me. My identity, just isn't there anymore. I can seem the way people want me to be. They see a facade of humor and laughter...While really, I fail to comprehend the meaning behind it. Why do I hold this mask, that I wish so much to be my own skin?

...I forget. Yesterday laughs, Tomorrow cries. The day turns to night when all those missed parties take place. Man, I miss being me...I miss my once held so highly abillity to sprite works of art, but alas, those of tomorrow are already ahead of me and my talents...I don't even know if I had any to begin with, on that matter.

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All Emo-ness aside. I have work to do...Gotta go do an Anth Wallpaper like the other two, by request...Gah..Bloody Lurfles..