The beastly black dog has completely taken over me today.
Its not going to be a long blog tonight, as I can barely string together a sentence.
I'm supposed to be working on a gallery proposal, but I just can't get my head around it. All I can see is how shit my paintings are, and how it would be pointless stressing myself out, when ultimately the likelihood of my proposal going through is zero. And some people would say, "Well you don't know that." But the thing is, I actually do. I have a degree in Art History, and I know what 'good' art is, or what would make a successful exhibition, and my work just doesn't cut the mustard.
I have tried. I just can't do it. My words won't work, I sound like an emotionally stunted dickhead. I know I'm going to fail, so whats the point.
Oh fuckity fuck.
Black dog has taken over my brain and I can't see clearly today.
Apologies for my bad language, I just cant seem to stop these curse words spitting out of my mouth!
All I want to do is bang my head against the wall and go to sleep.