There's so much that's going on lately, and I can't tell what my brain is doing. It never shuts up. Whenever I get one moment of peace it starts back up again. It's always about the same things, and no matter how much I try to think of something else to shut it up everything comes crashing back.
It's not necessarily a bad thing I suppose, but it's rather inonvienent. I try to sketch things out to work on my portfolio, but I wind up coming back to the same subject. I always want to paint and draw the same thing, and eventually it's going to appear obsessive. I can't do that. For the sake of my sanity I can't do that. I have to find a new subject. Maybe I need to find a muse, but then when I think about it my muse is all the same.
I feel like I'm entering into this vast pit of thoughts and emotions due to the fact that I don't know what to do with all of this. I can't admit that he's right, but I can't say that he's wrong. I don't know what to say...
I think I'll just blame this on me being sick and try to sleep it off. That usually clears my head.
It's not necessarily a bad thing I suppose, but it's rather inonvienent. I try to sketch things out to work on my portfolio, but I wind up coming back to the same subject. I always want to paint and draw the same thing, and eventually it's going to appear obsessive. I can't do that. For the sake of my sanity I can't do that. I have to find a new subject. Maybe I need to find a muse, but then when I think about it my muse is all the same.
I feel like I'm entering into this vast pit of thoughts and emotions due to the fact that I don't know what to do with all of this. I can't admit that he's right, but I can't say that he's wrong. I don't know what to say...
I think I'll just blame this on me being sick and try to sleep it off. That usually clears my head.