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28.3.07
loose/
i just dont have the drive for this anymore.
i dont have the energy the life the pull the push the up the down the sideways to enjoy what i always enjoyed.
everything keeps ruining the things i like, the things i love and turns them into some fucking ball of nothing like blank cloth and empty box dustsheets just, fuck all. really.
photography is something i just dont enjoy now. deadlines kill it, other people kill it it just feels like flogging so many dead horses where i know i wont progress because i cant anymore.
art is the same yknow it just. is a constant pull. a constant competition with some people who just continually shove it in my face how much they know and how much i dont about the workings, the process, the education, the business daaaahling.
i couldnt give a fuck. im just packed up to the motherfucking hilt with stuff im not really sure i care about anymore.
i dont know fuck it. maybe i just feel like im lviving under the umbrella of too many things and i need my own
whispered by killa b at 8:41 PM |
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