I haven't drawn in such a long, long time. I don't even have time for my art therapy at this point in grad school. It's sad and it feels like my life is falling apart without some kind of creative outlet.
I have no inspiration. I am so drained. I am so depressed. I want to go back to high school when I actually had art classes. I took them for granted. :/
Now I'm stuck in a world of science where people who are creative, artistic or even appreciate art are rare.
My life is falling apart. I'm such a whiny bitch. Blah.
"Marla's philosophy on life is that she could die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, is that she didn't." Fight Club