WHIGGING OUT
I swear, I know I'm not good for too much other t my art. And even then I feel as though that is dying at a fast pace. Maybe it's because I'm feeling stressed by a certain Matron;y figure in my life, or perhaps because I just have no inspiration. Either way I'm freaking out because I use my art as a means of serving out my emotions. Which seems all to well that I have enough of. But I cannot seem to draw even though I have a surplus amount. I hope in time that maybe my muse will reach me again, or my heart will lighten, But untill then I look for happiness in my friends and lover. But still it is disheartning to have such a creative power blocked and crippled, especially when it would seem a person has so much to say.
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