It seems like I just don't get much writing done these days.. I am feeling more lost than ever, and I am back into actually looking for jobs now with help from a program that I'm in.
I'm feeling completely into the void, but at least I made the void more bearable for myself.
I have no clue what to do in this so called "real life, real job, real blablabla..", and it's when searching through these lists that I realize that I am neither qualified for most of these jobs, nor do I possess the skills or required level of talent, swag, right amount of coolness, not conform enough, or maybe it's the angle of the hat..
...I just have to push through. All I wish to do is to paint, but society has never been too fond of sustaining creative minds, except for a highly selected few..
..screw this.. I'm going to paint..
I'm lost, I'm frustrated..
And the fires burn black, pumping steam into my broken machinery, throwing me ahead, head first into the abyss; My home, My workspace, My love.