Thursday, 7:48pm
I have a story in my head but I just cannot get it down onto paper. I really want to get this story out of my head but every time I sit down to write, the words just...fall flat. I use to write a ton when I was in high school but as I've gotten older, my words just don't have the same punch.
I miss the days when all I had to worry about was filling my days with useless shit. I grew up homeschooled, and my parents were very much hermits, so we didn't do much but go to the library and work on school work and go home. Which is partly why I am always reading, that was my comfort when I was lonely or just bored. And I've filled my free time as an adult with reading and some drawing but I just feel like it's all stale. Am I losing my creative side or just the ability to get it down on paper? Both with words and with imagery.
I have so many ideas and things that I like drawing and find ways to find inspiration but when I actually sit down to do it, just nothing happens. I haven't seriously worked on art in...years?
I always feel like there's something else I should be doing or would rather be doing instead of just sitting there working on something that isn't going to go anywhere. I'm never going to get a book published or art work shown in a gallery, as much as I would love both of those things.
I just feel like this world isn't ready for what I have to share.
I know that both of those things are something I could achieve if I really wanted to, but I just feel like I'm not good enough.
I spend all day at work thinking about all the things that I want to do that's outside of just working and entering orders but the second I'm out of work, I'm either too tired or just too lazy. And maybe that's just my issue. The drive isn't there anymore.
Bleh.















