There are moments when you just can’t go farther.
And I’m in the middle of this dead end.
I thought my life would be better, I thought I’d feel better, but actually, although I want to go farther, I keep cross passing people that aren’t as good as I thought they would be.
One can only say it is a lot of thoughts for a brainless artist.
Maybe… I can admit that I probably broke my cortex in the process. I also broke my heart, my mind, my willingness to be happy. Something went wrong. Where I don’t know, but it did at some point. Enough to clearly state that I’m a loner.
I always defined myself as « quirky », but more I meet people more I don’t fit. To be part of the society you have to act a certain way, suppress your actual true self.
I can’t do it.
To fit in the society, you have to look a certain way and I clearly don’t fit.
So I’m loner… it’s kind of hard to admit .