everything is tumultuous lately. i am pulled by my moods in too many different directions. at night i cry, in the day i am numb. its hard to draw, except in class when i doodle aimlessly. i just have to hope that things get better and keep trying.

hey, so ive decided that im going to become an art therapist for for GLBT youth. yay.

i feel under appreciated. and sick.

a "friend" of mine had her senior thesis art opening the other day and i went and her work was immense and beautiful, as was everyone else's. but i felt detached and melancholy. my "work" hasn't shown in a gallery in eleven years, and that was just a friend to a favor to my parents. i'm a hack, but no, i don't really feel that way. just...i don't know.

i dropped out of school a little over a month ago and havent been doing anything of importance since then. i think im going insane though, so thats something.

seriously...

anyways, i got retty new art supplies and i am happy and i am making things and it is grand. i think i shall continue.