RANT TIME.
okay, this isn't gonna be in any way a "dear diary" thing. i'm not asking for sympathy or advice, i'm just ranting cos IT MAKES ME FKING MAD.
okay. i dunno if this ever happens to anyone...you know when you're down in the dumps and it's like, it takes everything for you to stay focused and normal, every-day things like school and seeing friends and whatnot, you tend to put art aside? which really sucks, because man, i love art, i love it with a passion. but it's like, everytime i sit down and i have this great concept running through my head, i can't transfer it to paper. it's like i have to be crying and really messed up to produce good art. i mean, yeah i can draw and whatever but there's no emotion, there's no STORY behind it. and i find that the biggest crime in the world of art. art is a way of seeing into someone's soul. and actually, i lied, i can't draw for shit lol. my art is a regurgitation of my pain and anger. on paper. so, the system got the best of me and doped me up with prozac and therapy and now it's like i'm empty. which is good! kinda. now i just kinda feel like a robot in an assembly line.
i dunno what i;m complaining about. it's great that i'm doing good, right?
ugh, la vie.