Anxiety isn't exactly an easy thing to deal with. I find it very difficult to get past the uncertain feeling where I don't even know if I myself will be okay with me tomorrow. The fear of not fulfilling my time and not using my free time to do anything that I actually want to do, is immense. Day by day, hours just go by like minutes, and I wonder where the hell all that time went. There was a time where time dragged, where 20 minutes felt like 2 hours. In that time, all I wanted to do was draw and things I very much enjoyed, but now it is the complete opposite. I find myself sitting in my room with everything and nothing at the same time. Everything I need is here, yet I do nothing. Stuck. Like a Lego figure, waiting for the puppeteer to pick me up and move me to my next position, however the puppeteer is gone now, and I have my own decisions to make. Yet I feel like I wasn't really meant to make my own decisions in the first place. Its crazy. The idea of progression for most is what they strive for, and most succeed, however others cannot. Soulless, I try to find a vessel to express myself, its not exactly like me, but there are things I can see myself in it. Then in a blink, I find myself having multiple vessels. Creation. Creating without reason. Just like life itself, things are made with no particular reason at all. Its all chaos... Like anxiety, I shake and quiver at the thought.

I eventually sleep it off, and then I find myself wanting to fill a blank page. In the moment, nothing really matters. Not even the feelings I had before. Some days are good, some days aren't. This perpetual stop and go may or may not be forever, but I will never stop doing what I love... I will get up no matter how many times I get pushed down.

-Dark