prolly no one'll care enough to read this, but i've sadly reached the end of my art limit
even if i hold a pen or close my eyes no inspiration comes, AT ALL!
and i'm not joking here. i don't even have the inspirations i usually get when i daydream.
there is just this fucking BLANK SLATE.. colorless and dead!
all i get is this stupid, claustrophobic emo-feel, and i keep thinking of what-if's, what if.
the people around me laugh and joke and laugh and joke.
its bloody stupid and childish i know to get emo about people not noticing my fucking shitting emo-ism
but i'm human and that doesn't change the fact that i still like to fit in.
and