Even when stubborn and not having a desire to create, my legs are dragging behind me. I'm pulling myself along. Procrastination has been pushed too far this time. Here's to a month of working my butt off on art pieces I have no longing to make.
Hopefully, the month of July won't be spent indoors.
i like that i am afraid of nearly everything that i understand almost nothing and that the only way i would ever be right is if i tried really hard to be wrong. i am content to be exactly who i am thinking exactly what i think and knowing deep down the only reason i was born is so that i can die.