Art
I think it's safe for me to say... my muse isn't coming back. That little doodle embodying my creativity is gone.
He's been gone since I started being so heavily medicated. Now that I'm addicted to the stuff (and have gotten so used to having self control) I'm not sure it's worth it. I haven't done anything worth showing in well over a year. I'm lucky to drag out a lopsided sketch every other month...
Therapy is helping a little. It's not art therapy (that'd be pointless at best, painful at worst) but it's something...
It's really my own damned fault, not being able to keep my mouth shut. I just enjoy creeping people out too much. Fuck, why did I have to do that? Pills and pills and a trip to the doc every week and maybe some day I'll be able to pick up a pencil without it hurting, without feeling so guilty.
I could be truly happy again, if only I could draw...
That'd be nice.
He's been gone since I started being so heavily medicated. Now that I'm addicted to the stuff (and have gotten so used to having self control) I'm not sure it's worth it. I haven't done anything worth showing in well over a year. I'm lucky to drag out a lopsided sketch every other month...
Therapy is helping a little. It's not art therapy (that'd be pointless at best, painful at worst) but it's something...
It's really my own damned fault, not being able to keep my mouth shut. I just enjoy creeping people out too much. Fuck, why did I have to do that? Pills and pills and a trip to the doc every week and maybe some day I'll be able to pick up a pencil without it hurting, without feeling so guilty.
I could be truly happy again, if only I could draw...
That'd be nice.