Your Life Has Been Erased...

So, your life has been completely erased. Every trace of who you are and who you wanted to be just disintergrate. The virus has taken hold and you can't seem to get it from suffocating you into darkness and anonymity.

That is what it feels like when no one pays attention to you and all your hard work gets devoured by the computer demon. Your 2000 + photographs, your 5000 + music files...everything that described and designed you, gone. Why? Because you were dumb enough not to back it up on one of those horrible thin little discs. You know, that disc your dad is telling you to back stuff up on in case your mom opens an email riddled with disease. Yeah, that.

So, now you're stuck. All your "novels" 60 pages and upwards, all your work that was going to make you famous one day to get you out of the shit town you live in. It's gone, destroyed, forgotten. And nobody cares but you.

So, what do you do when you life has been erased?

Dip your fingers in the paint and begin again.