Being out of school is hard. I feel that no matter how hard I'm trying to keep myself grounded, I find myself in quicksand. sometimes I can't keep my chin up. sometimes I just let myself drown in the pools of self-pitty and self-doubt. I try to keep myself going, but knowing that for the most part of my teenage and young adult life was spent doing art because that's where my thoughts swam, and finding myself now trying to be the best at fuckin' walgreen's. where have I gone, or where am I going? Projects have kept me going, but with my fluctuating self-motivation, the lack school has left me dancing on top of fire.
yeah yeah, I shouldn't be a little bitch about it, but I can honestly say that I am not professionally mature to keep myself going in a way that best works with my schedule. Maybe I am, maybe I am just now feeling sorry for myself.
I don't want to be " that guy" that once had a direction. I want to make best of my situation, sometimes I just can't. that's all. because money will be money, and I will always need it, sometimes I wish to never be rich. but what I never want to lose is myself.
yeah I feel bad, can ya blame me?
that's it, nothing more, nothing less, just in need of a little venting.
Now to finish this Fauxmostatious Two Page Spred. THAT'S RIGHT NYUKKAS. two page spred.