BLOG: Shit Talk

I have enough problems making art.

Now there’s a pressure to communicate a message, something that might help the world.

THE NARCISSISM PANDEMIC.

And I feel a pressure to live up and deliver. But I feel the worst I’ve ever felt and I’m unmotivated and don’t see the point in what I’m doing currently.

I just wanted to make art, it’s hard enough without the pressure.

I don’t feel compelled to write any blogs, really.

I get nothing out of this.

I’m lazy and uninspired and bored and I don’t want to do this.

I’ve had no original short story ideas, no anything.

I feel horrible.

I’m addicted to marijuana, I need it every hour essentially.

Why take my advice?

I’m a crock of shit, truthfully.

Honestly.