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13 years ago
Some say that an artist's emotions aid in fueling the creative process...if such is a truth, I think I understand why I haven't really been able to do much art as of late.
I've been suffering a heavy depression for the last few months, and it just seems to get worse with each passing day...from the moment I wake up for work, all I want, is for the day to be over with so I can just go back to sleep...nothing can hurt me in my sleep, because in a dream, nothing's real. I think I understand why I am depressed as I am. After being in a relationship for several years, some folks realize that they don't do so splendidly on the quiet road of the Singles. When I fall, I don't have anyone to catch me...at least, no one in the local vicinity. Sure, I have friends in other parts of the country...but most if not all of them are either A.) exclusively platonic friends, B.) Taken, or C.) So deeply hurt by a previous relationship, that they don't want to risk it ever again.
'course, I think I fit the section I'd label under: D.) People who have tried understanding what they want, but ultimately feeling that no matter how hard they try, acceptance would never come to them, and they would wind up hurting themselves, and others in the end.
"But what about people nearby?" You might be asking. Most of the people in this town are either narrow minded, idiotic, or so loose you could hide a mini-cooper in 'em. Granted, I do know of one who has an interest in me, but she's got her own baggage in the form of a boyfriend...even if he is a semi-abusive, dimwitted, 10w, Two-bit, rednecked, overbearing, possessive, rude, lecherous jerkoff.
I don't know, I'm just ranting at this point...
Let me give you the short version;
My Art is Bad because my emotional life sucks right now.