Hey guys, I'm going crazy again.  I swear it's completely justified, but really, everything's going to fall down around us because we're living a giant well constructed lie.  And I can't decide what to do about it.  

I'm as afraid and stressed out as ever.  I can't decide whether love will save me or sink me, but it doesn't matter anyway because life is keeping me far away from it.

I mourn every goodbye and it's holding me back.

About art though, I'm losing the desire again.  I need to learn how to survive and art's not going to do shit for me then (it doesn't do shit for me now).  

I'm breaking apart all over the place.  I've never wanted to deal with a life so hard, but it's never going to get easier.

I think I wish I could play guitar instead of draw, is it too late to start?

I'm going to die alone and it won't be pretty and no one cares.