Dear Diary

my brain is hurting me today. 

i feel my eye bags as if a full on grocery are in my eyes.

i just want to close my eyes and sleep.

sleep for enternal

But for some reason I cant. I

hear the back of my mind that I MUST DO SOMETHIGN.

I do nothing 

I dont make enough art 

I do nothing productive 

I m lazy 

Im just

I dont know.

but I dont want to, I dont wanna, I dont wanna, I dont wanna.

all I want is  ENTERNAL SLEEP.

but thats just a lazy way to think that way, and just handle the punches as they go and just crash and burn in the corner of the room till the day I die from the flame.  But ____,  you have to make art or youll never grow and be a bad ass artist making money. Just become a robot at this point. just.. aghh. Sorry I just...

My brain is just melted pieaces trying to think at this point.

I think im done writing for tonight . Sorry for this weird rant.  I think the advil Pm is hitting me already. Ima just lay down now. maybe my brain can finally rest from this choatic week.

Thanks for listening to me out. <3

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