I have no image to post today because I could not do anything. I tried. I'm so frustrated.
I'm frustrated because I can't do anything right and then I can't do anything right because I'm frustrated. It's a problem that makes itself worse.
I feel like I have no time ever to do all the things I want to do. I either have to give up working on art or give up taking care of myself or my living space, etc. etc. Can't work on art because I have to cook. Can't work on art because I have to clean. Can't work on art because I have to go to the gym. Can't work on art because I have to work, work, work, work at my job, every day, why is it that some people seem to just materialize into the job they want to do, somehow, and I'm nearing 30 still lost in that rat race? Is this what I'm destined to be? Is this it?
I feel like I can't let myself relax when I get home. I get mad at myself when I spend too much time goofing off, and then I'm too mad to properly work on things which makes me even madder. Not to mention my computer's starting to severely slow down because of how big this file's become and I can't afford to build or buy a new one right now.
I don't get how I can be so happy and so unhappy at the same time.
I don't want to go to work tomorrow.