being an artist and creative to me is a privilege but also the only way.
i am grateful to be able to choose this path, but i also know that there is nothing else i can do.
I think you’re at a point of burnout when you make things for the sake of feeling “productive”
but in reality it’s like throwing up a bunch of shit that doesn’t matter.
I let myself sink in it and almost relish in the exhaustion because you can't avoid it.
It's better to face it than try to cope because it will further exhaust you.
I just am in that mentality that I got myself into it and have no one else to blame but me,
so me doing this and “taking a break” is being selfish and only harming everyone around me.
when I started making art, it was a therapeutic way to express my feelings.
I used to be enthusiastic about it, but it's become actual work and not just a bunch of passion projects
Burnout is similar to the smoke from burning out the candle before you sleep. It is a spark that dies and
almost fades, but you still have the ghost of it lingering.
I don’t know when to quit. Even though I’m miserable, I stick through it because I feel that responsibility.
I am drowning. It is the home stretch of the school year. Finals and me having to go back across the country
is worrisome. I'm getting through it, barely, but I'll make it out alive.