Like no one matters, not even me.
Even the best news was followed by unhappiness with my artwork and fear of failing at art again.
It would be laughable if it was only a mathematicians nightmare, but it is reality and I'm beginning to hate the subjective ambiguity of art more and more.
Another weekend full of work.
Something must become of this or I wasted more time than I ever meant to.
Youth is just uncertain and I'm afraid of what I don't know yet.
Sorry, it isn't a happy post, but I'll be good eventually.