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Journal Entry: Sun Nov 6, 2005, 7:29 PM
Until I stop being such a fucking terrible artist, I'm not going to fucking bother posting here.
I'm fed up with never living up to some fucking standard that's been driven into my head, and I'm sick of needing to be perfect.
There may be fucking flaws in my art, as nothing could be perfect, but I'm tired of the nagging voice in the back of my fucking head telling me that anything that I do is never good enough.
Fuck drawing, fuck writing, fuck painting, fuck being me. I'm so close to needing to give up that I just don't care anymore.
Yeah, I'm whining, yeah this sounds like an angsty goth's cry for attention, but oh fucking well. No one will see this anyway.
I think it's time for a therapist.
- Mood:
Defeated - Listening to: Ringfinger - NIN
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