Yes, stress, stress, stress....and wait...MORE stress.

That for the most part sums it up.

Stress, is exhausting. Stress is draining.

And stress is ever-present as of late.

As I weigh the pros and cons of how best to resolve a stressful situation, this causes me... you guessed it, stress. And as liquor only seems to intensify the stress, I'm left with no tolerable vice aside from nicotine, which I've been partaking of in excess as of late.

And until the stress is purged, I find myself unable to create.

Shit, looking back at previous journal entries, I feel like a broken record. " I can't do my art because of this reason, and now this reason, and now this reason..."


Excuses, excuses.


I've pondered just giving it up entirely, but I couldn't do that if I wanted to. When it actually works for me, my art gives me an uplifting feeling of relief and euphoria.

And I need that feeling. Now, more than ever.

....I'm not even sure what the purpose of this entry really was, other than to type out the endless mantra thats been buzzing in my skull for weeks.

I need to make some....alterations, to my current situation. for the sake of my own sanity, lest I find myself doing finger-paintings in my own blood on the wall of the padded cell I'll likely end up in....


wenn man nicht entkommen kann, die Welt oder sich selbst, weiß, wo man laufen?

wenn Sie das tun, lass es mich wissen.