I come to terms, almost, with the fact that I am no longer an artist of paints and glues.
Maybe it's in everything I do. This blog should just be called, self-doubt, what I really think about, the tortures of being stuck so far deep inside my own head because I currently have no job and anything to devote my time to.
make it up.
or Complaints.
Stuff, not even I want to hear. Today. words for today.
uncomfortable,
realizing,
changing,
breakdown.
I cried today! for christ's sake!
So far inside myself that it is truly an effort to be able to really, SEE.
is it so bad, that I am on a seemingly never ending quest of finding IT,
explore, get weird. get weird, get weird, get weird. be honest, get weird.
