Well, I don't really feel "successful" at all, to be honest.
Most of the time, I don't know what I'm doing. I follow my "moods" which are of two types: unicorns dancing on rainbows, or dark slime at the bottom of a very black well of black water, mixed with rancid bits of rotten flesh. I'm at the bottom of the well, trying like mad to claw my way out so I can breathe again. It's like I should write a dystopian story right now, that's how dark my head is now.....
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Learn to sip the air and decorate the slime and you'll never claw again
Always remember that the ups and downs is just how it is for folks like us. :)
Hell. Start writing if it makes you feel better. I tend to do that at well.