TheWeekendWarrior

Really. The depression. It's really truly killing me. And I really cant do anything about. I draw a little here and there, i hoop up the ass but nothing seems to cheer me up. If i didnt have an eating disorder I would love to eat my feelings.

Its the 10-12 magic that takes two hours out of my miserable sleepless nights. Usually I have company until about eleven, but when I don't I'm sure I'd lose my head without loveline. Its the whitenoise that I cant live without. In the words of Chuck Palahniuk, People are afraid of silence, and I'm horrified. I'm also horrified at my artwork. Not that I decided I'm an artist yesterday, I'm still not. I just have been even shittier as of late. Everything I've been making has sucked lately so horribly. I made a stencil of that person we dont talk about in my hood, TWICE, and still failed i made a stencil of lucy... but it just didnt turn o

with a dying laptop and one cigarette left. I want to make a new stencil but my only inspiration comes from a very dark stain in my bedsheets, whom I cant ever seem to get away from. Im exhausted. SOS However, I did fight hard in the weekend wars this week Talking to cops on LSD, shmammered, not getting arrested, walking home at 3 in the morning, and getting nearly attacked by dangerous gangster methaddicts kind of weekend wars. a little too intense for me. I want to hike, climb a mountain and smoke a bowl. give me something relaxing give me rest