Do ever feel that yer work is all for not? That everything you have ever one is wortheles? yea that's how I feel right now. I hate this feeling. It's this sickness that inbeds itself in yer gut and twists and turns you inside out before ya can do anything about it, and then when it strikes you fall into this black void. Which you try ever so depsseratly to escape.
But there isn't any real escape. Since any artist would know that this form of depresstion is common. And that it's always there. Waiting.
Life sucks. >.<
