I was at work on break the other day, and I sat there with my sketchbook, ready with ideas flowing, creative juices doing thier thing. But nothing came out. Not a line.
As I went back on register, and had done my tasks for the night, I grabbed a small piece of trash paper and tried to draw something. The second I saw this was nothing what the original picture, in my head or how it was originally drawn, looked like, I tore it to shreds and threw it away.
I cant draw a single good looking thing without having some sort of reference in front of me.
This means computer, book, comic, etc. Cant do anything by memory alone and not let it look like a 6 year old drew it.
This realization at first infuriated me (in addition to having a shitty day at work, literally, mopping shit up with only one coworker who's always a kind woman to say thank you) but then depressed me.
I remember a comic then, and how one character had a tiny little netbook. Maybe I could get one and bring it with me, to use for drawing, have tons of refs on it, wifi, etc.
Idk, but Im writing an ep/album/whatever about my failures and its frustrations.
Also, I hate my job. The people there are miserable now, Im prolly up for a firing, and excluding a few of my friends, most of the store hates me.
So much hate going on right now, in addition to my own shitty luck with women, I find out numerous things regarding my friends, and how my allegiance was tested by World Whore.
First off, heres a few things we need to establish.
1-NEVER question my loyalty to my friends. EVER. You will regret it.
2-Dont you ever fucking say you are innocent. You're not. We're ALL guilty of something. I own up to it. I admit when Im wrong. You say all this shit about someone you used to be friends with and then just run away from me, youre a fucking joke.
Ugh, rant over, fuck the world, the whores, the world whore, and life in general.
Long shift tomorrow, maybe take my mind off of things.
Or make it worse.
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