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Mood:
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Listening to: Queen
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Eating: Chicken sammich
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Drinking: flat Sprite
I wish I had that ability as an artist to turn all my emotional anguish into works of art. Like on a day I'm feeling really fed up about some aspect of my life I could just take my welder and make some monstrosity out of metal, or throw a bunch of paint at a huge canvas. Then I can walk away feeling better, having expelled all my negative energy.
Instead I have to sit on my couch, comfort-eating, feeling like an overheated tea kettle. Just building with pressure and wanting to bad to explode but so afraid of the damage I'd cause if I did. So instead I pull on that mask, squash the pain down a little bit more and hope no-one notices that I'm bursting at the seams.