I'm not happy with my art. I sleep too much, I don't know what I want, I read without enthusiasm (even good books) and listen to the music without feeling anything. In fact, I don't remember feeling anything lately. Anything at all. Even pain is going away so quickly. I don't know what is going on nor why it's going on, but I don't feel like myself. And in the other hand, I was never more honest to myself. I discover... me? I see things crystal clear, I tell no lie but I'm not polite, I don't want to smile and it's freaking out people. And I'm hurting people around me. Sometimes unintentionally and sometimes just to push them away from me. I was scary enough before, and now I'm just...
...just a nasty ghost.
Even my english is worse than ever.
So, um, yeah. I may need more time to come back.
I'll be fine.