My life is well right now, can't get no sleep but it's like that with everyone. I can't wait for the holidays cuz my brother will be coming back from Denmark. Not that he wasn't away before but I don't know. It seems like so much time passed without having seen him. So yea, just waiting for those days to come.
Meanwhile, worrying that I suck at art and not progressing fast enough is a constant battle. Or more like, not putting in enough work per day for art makes me feel.. yea, not depressed, but not happy either. I know I should be working and I'm not. Doesn't really fuck up my life, I don't enter a depression or something, it's just that I know that it will cost me later. So that's a pretty dark thought.