My fears have come true. Gone are the days where I can create art leisurely and the precious moments where I‘m able to immerse myself in thought. Have I cried a little inside? Yes, but I’ll get over it. I still value the quality of my content so if sharing takes longer then please have patience and give me some encouragement! I desperately need it.
Believe it or not, I’ve got a lot of things that I’d like to write about but I can’t seem to put myself in a good headspace to jot them down. I’ll begin by typing out a line, abruptly hit a wall, fidget around to see if getting comfortable will make a difference but it usually doesn’t, throw a fit and then pout in bed. There were a few changes in my weekly schedule and I’ve had to start back at square one. Work has gotten busier which has taken a toll on me physically. I’m constantly interacting with people which is fine and dandy but since I prefer to exist in a cozy space with or without a companion, its obvious that I’ve reached my limit. The only thing I can think of doing is working out in the evening to increase my stamina and meditation to keep me sane. I need to find balance and the only way to achieve that is to adapt.
About this set.
I was in a mood and needed an outlet to express myself so I began to paint my face. I also had to call on 
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