I want to make art, it’s all I think about. It’s almost deafening. Except whenever it comes time to create I want to go and hide from it. I’ve broken it down in so many ways trying to understand it because I just want to understand how I operate so I can try and overcome this feeling. This feeling of not wanting to do anything. I kept thinking it was my environment and no matter where I move or the situation I’m in, I find my way back here, back to this feeling. It comes in waves and I’ll think I’ve shaken it off yet it always seems to linger if I let myself sit still. I come to terms and then it washes back over me and the feeling of not enough or that it’s not okay, I’m not okay is back in focus. I’m not sure this was much of a story and simply where I am in this moment. So thanks for the space to express it.