I’ve been thinking alot lately about the reality of being an artist, or of being someone similar whos creativity is consuming.
Im starting to realise that being creative can be terribly lonesome, late nights spent alone and rife with an ability to self criticise that is plaguing at times. I have found myself shying away from social events more and more, and it feels fine and good and nice, but still bad and dumb and boring.
i miss everyone. But i am so loathsome to leave the house