The only real thing I feel like shit about these days is that the balance between friendships, being social, work, and my job is a tough one. I often feel I don’t give my friends enough time, and then at the detriment to being alone and working on my pieces. I’m (currently) trapped between the guilt of doing either because I run into the (flawed) emotion of feeling as if I’m ignoring the other. It’s hard to say no to people, especially ones that you love and want to be with, but it crushes me that I’m so focused on working and trying to make time… but I keep saying yes to hanging out or going out on a date (to get laid & wake up with a guy.)

See, I feel better talking it out now.

Honestly, I get, more and more each day, why artists are often recluse and independent, self-sheltering and censoring, singular and single. It’s lovely and convenient to our trade.

Now, where is my muse?