). So that might explain why I've not felt miserable and tired for the last week. 
Yeah, I can relate to that, sadly. My family can be the same sometimes.
Same here, son of Sean.Just realising that I have no real confidence in myself whatsoever, really. Other than when I'm doing summit creative, which is quite sad.
My favorite weather, rainy, windy, overcast. I enjoy the nice sunny days, perfect being around 25 degrees Celsius too. But damn I hate Summer here in Oz.. as soon as it gets 35 -45.. you just roast outside. I'll come live in Scotland I think Graeme.. rolling hills.. old castles.. hiking forever.. cold weather.. hot meals in pubsAh cannae git anything done when the weather is like this. The heat... Jeez! I'm roasting!
It's too warm! Being Scottish, I'm not used to these sorta temperatures. More accustomed to the weather climate normally associated with Scotland. Y'know, the black clouds, freezing temperatures and horizontal rain.
I'd apologise for being true to the stereotype, but we always complain even if we have a day of sunshine.
Hopefully, my shower will get fixed today. I went get one yesterday, and it wasn't working properly. Called a plumber and they should be out to fix it sometime this morning.
Are you any good at sketching?
That's been a few years in the making. Just building and building. Until this morning, when I realised my mum doesn't care and has no real interest in changing for the better. It's better being in denial, innit? Just plaster on a fake smile and pretend it's grand. Everything's fine.
Yeah, I won city, state, and even one national art competition as a kid.
This wee breakdown actually did me some good today. After I had a good cry, I felt a bit better, not by much, but it made me focus. And, as a result, I think I've figured out how to fix that song I was recently asked to help rewrite.Well, that's it! It finally happened...
I've had an emotional breakdown.
F__kin' sick of being the "...good son. The good brother". Sick of having to be burdened with the responsibility always on me. Sick of being telt how I have no reason to be depressed, shouldn't complain about my life. Aye, because disabled and having to put up with a dysfunctional family — such a blessing, right?
That is awesome! Wasn't there an art thread on here somewhere, way back when? Did you ever post your work there?Yeah, I won city, state, and even one national art competition as a kid.
Nice mate!Yeah, I won city, state, and even one national art competition as a kid.
Is there anything you'd like to post for us? 
Yeah, I won city, state, and even one national art competition as a kid.
Girls walking up to you at stores AND a national art award winner?
Okay, here's my theory. While we all assumed Jack Dawson died during the sinking of The Titanic, the Iceberg was made of water that had drifted from the fountain of youth, where he eventually washed up on shore alive. He lived there awhile, socially isolating himself and losing a few of his social charms, but not his charming good looks, or amazing drawing ability.
One day, a small plane flies over the island, and sees a small fire, picking him up and bringing him back into society. Jack is still sharp enough to know that people won't believe that he was on the Titanic though, so he changes his name. A family takes him in, raising him as their own. No one is wiser.
Jack, or should I say FountainandFairfax, now lives quietly in the United States.
It's been a while since I wrote a song within that amount of time. Or, rewritten in this case. I just hope the singer is happy with the suggested changes I want to make before I get the instrumental arrangement re-recorded for her to sing over. 
I remember back then (I've been absent for more than a year) you posted some samples and they sounded great! Is there any way we could hear your newest projects?Awww... $h!% !! I'm finally gonna do something I've put off doing for the last 2, nearly 3 years...
Set up an Instagram account for my music, and start uploading videos.
