Damn it.
Damn it.
It's one of those nights where I have inspiration, but something keeps me from doing it correctly. It just doesn't look right. I was doing fine a couple of days ago. What happened? Why can't I express myself?
Damn it.
I thought if I couldn't draw I could write, but now I'm too ashamed to. It shouldn't bother me, I said it doesn't bother me, but it does. I've never really been that much of a writer, but at least it was something to hold me over until I could raw again.
Damn it.
I have no one to talk to. Not about my problems, really, just no one to talk to in general. I get so scared to talk to people, because it seems like, no matter what I'm talking about, I'm boring them. So, I end up just not talking.
Damn it.
I watched a video of George Harrison live in 1997. It was a tribute to George's life. It got me thinking about cancer. I fucking hate cancer. It took my mother away. It made me adjust to living without her. It made me lost in this world without her. It made me miss her. Most of all, it made me cry.
Damn it.
I can't sleep when I'm home alone. I hate being paranoid. I hate that horrible images come into my head randomly, and make me uncomfortably scared. I hate that it's hard for me not to think of those things.
Damn it.
I hate when I complain like this. I hate sounding like some "emo" person looking for attention by posting my problems on the internet. I hate that it doesn't stop me from doing it.
Damn it.
I hate swearing.
Damn it.
It's one of those nights where I have inspiration, but something keeps me from doing it correctly. It just doesn't look right. I was doing fine a couple of days ago. What happened? Why can't I express myself?
Damn it.
I thought if I couldn't draw I could write, but now I'm too ashamed to. It shouldn't bother me, I said it doesn't bother me, but it does. I've never really been that much of a writer, but at least it was something to hold me over until I could raw again.
Damn it.
I have no one to talk to. Not about my problems, really, just no one to talk to in general. I get so scared to talk to people, because it seems like, no matter what I'm talking about, I'm boring them. So, I end up just not talking.
Damn it.
I watched a video of George Harrison live in 1997. It was a tribute to George's life. It got me thinking about cancer. I fucking hate cancer. It took my mother away. It made me adjust to living without her. It made me lost in this world without her. It made me miss her. Most of all, it made me cry.
Damn it.
I can't sleep when I'm home alone. I hate being paranoid. I hate that horrible images come into my head randomly, and make me uncomfortably scared. I hate that it's hard for me not to think of those things.
Damn it.
I hate when I complain like this. I hate sounding like some "emo" person looking for attention by posting my problems on the internet. I hate that it doesn't stop me from doing it.
Damn it.
I hate swearing.
Damn it.