JUST ANOTHER REASON IN THE LONG LIST OF WHY I DON’T BUY FORDS. GET THE FUCK OFF MY DASHBOARD!!!
life at 17 is remembered more fondly by you than me. the past is usually best left in the past.
As an artist is it possible to be self reflective and find happiness and achievement. Do artists have to be depressed to create? Why is sadness more beautiful than joy? Dysfunction more interesting than stability?
If these are truths, what is wrong with us?
I am happier than I have ever been and never want to go back to where sadness was suffocating me in all aspects of my life. I wasn’t creating, unless my own empty isolated island counts.
If facebook is for braggers and twitter for complainers then tumblr has to be for the depressed and anxious. This is a really sad place.
SO… looking at how much I have accomplished towards my New Year Resolution I am worried that filling my many journals may be impossible. I am not giving up it just may take me longer than 1 year even working at it everyday (I have).
My set backs have included:
1. discovering Wreck This Journal
2. discovering junk journals