Today, I feel so uninspired. I open up my art program and stare at the blank canvas. Nothing comes.
When I try to draw, everything looks horrible to me.
I can't even focus on editing my novel. And it doesn't help that my mom just had to come downstairs and disturb my solitude. I was enjoying being alone, and she just had to enter the room.
Because it is hot upstairs, she will be downstairs all day until night. I will have to deal with her presence sitting in the same room. Ugh, I just don't want to be bothered!
And at the same time I wish I had someone to talk to so I could bounce ideas off of them. My friends never call when I want to talk to them. And then if I call I might be the one intruding. Dang it, I feel so lonely right now. I want to scream. And I know that I sound like a big contradiction right now, but I don't care.
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