Okay I just had a super weird epiphany. Maybe you shit bricks as hard as me. So at the moment, I'm at a shitty point of my life. I was scared too much about money trouble, so when the ATM in my street broke, I stopped getting any money (4 weeks now) so I can't spend any. I even stopped checking if it's repaired by now.
Now I try to improvise, trying to get along without anything. All I have is bread and tea. I'm frustrated because I want to draw, but I'm too tired to do it and never do it. I can't buy the things I want but started to accept it. I accepted my fate of never being successful.
I lost my sexuality and experiment with it digitally.
Basically, I stopped caring about anything and keep changing shit in my life because it felt like a waste of time and money.
I think I've lost much weight already, which is good. At the same time, I consume tons and tons of art.
So what if I actually was doing art all the time. What if...
I was my own art project all along? DUN DUN DUNN!