Ooo baby, look at that girth...

Fucking you feels like giving birth.

Any who…

Today’s been one of those days that makes it difficult to completely give up the dream of making a living as an artist. As much work and struggle as it may be, it would mean using more of my time for myself and my dreams rather than putting money in someone else's pocket.

Thing is, all these years later, I'm still so scared of really trying and failing. As also mentioned, I want to be more honest, to create art that feeds and enriches my soul as much as puts money in my pocket. I need to think about it. How do I want to spend the rest of my life? What do I want for me?

I don't know, but I really ought to figure it out.

Dicks for listening.