It’s starting to become a little more and more obvious that being an artist is pretty lonely, actually it’s really lonely. I don’t actually know if it’s because I’m an artist that I’m lonely, I’m certainly sick of spending hours by myself drawing so there must be something more to my current predicament that would justify my depression, because I am legitimately not all that happy at the moment.  I don’t even know what it is, It’s been months of unrest, of just genuinely feeling weird, out of place and spaced out.

Time has become such a strange thing, I don’t have any chronological sense, everything is just such a hazy blur of past events, days are inseparable, last Sunday feels as though it didn’t even exist, and June seems to have been entirely wiped out from my memory, I remember that there was a June, and that I did things in June, but I can’t for the life of me remember anything specific that actually happened, and if I manage to it’s because I concentrate on it.

I’ve made a couple post around this same sort of subject, but I genuinely feel like I’m sort of losing my mind, not in a end up on the streets wearing a purple towel kind of way, but like I’m turning into a vegetable.