i feel like any part of me that was every even remotely creative has been destroyed by inhibitions, worry and inability to sleep.
i like to think that at one point in time i was creative even if just a little. but now i question whether or not i actually was or it was just a trick.
Now it feels like it's much easier to be unimpressive.
i envy your artistic abilities, i always have.
this feeling makes me want to quit my job and move back in with my parents.
i'm tired of being an adult. time to be a kid again.