I feel like I'm stuck in an old uncomfortable mold of mine.
Like I haven't shed my skin or not all of it at least.
I got so into my story that I got bored of it and I can't write (even without all the emotional and physical problems I've been having). I can't do art either even though I have this really good drawing, I've been aiming too high, and trying to hard to put what's in my head on paper but I'm not used to big projects so I never finish anything.
I've decided to shed my skin, take a month to gather all my drawings and store them away and get a new sketchbook.
And then I'm gonna start drawing stuff just to finish it and relieve my stress from all my life problems.
Cuz I can't take the stress of maybe moving states, loosing friends, loosing sleep over that stupid ER visit that the doctor's didn't even get (I'm fine now), and I especially can't handle not having drawing as a way to relieve my stress.
And writing, I'm just gonna quit for now, try to somewhat erase the story from the front of my brain, and I'm going to completely organize the files on my computer.
And when I save enough money I'm so going to Disneyland with my friends, because i need to enjoy this summer, pe wore me out.
ps-sorry bout spelling.
- Mood:
Disbelief - Listening to: Stripped by Depeche Mode
- Reading: Ressurection Men, Vampire Knight
- Watching: Nurse Jackie
- Eating: Pizza and Pasta from yesterday's party.
- Drinking: Not Iced Tea for once, I'm drinking Gatorade