Shit happens.

So on friday my car got stolen, along with all my life drawing stuff and $300 worth of art supplies and some of my friends stuff. It was stolen right out of my driveway around 6-7am. I found out about 10am and called the police to file a report. At the moment i can do nothing about it, I only had libility on my car so I wont be getting any kind of conpensation for my misfortune. 

This whole thing had me thinking, why do all these bad things keep happening to me? What have I done to deserve these kind of things. The falling out with my friends, my grandpa's death, the stomach virus, my stolen car, and now I am set back a year because of all the class work I lost because I kept it in my car. This has truely been the worst start of a new year for me. I didn't even ask for anything or make any resolutions this year. Along with all of my money issues I really havn't asked for much except for good company and progression in my life. Is that too much to ask? Seems like it is, I cant really shake this feeling but I have to.

I've been trying really hard to keep out of trouble along with pushing my projects like Dooms Day Studios. I would really like to see this happen, I want to see my dreams come true but everything seems to be keeping it from happening. I guess this is the struggle one must experience in order to leave a impression on this world. 

I am truely a struggling artist. Emotionally, socially, daily life, and an unsteady income. My story better have a great ending because all this conflict in the begining of this novel like of a life has too much dramatic astehic to be wasted, kind of like the movie Stranger than Fiction.