The best therapy in the world is listening to Plastic Tree for many hours at full volume. Best thing is, everyone else in my house can't stand it, so they all leave! It's so great!
House all to myself for a little while...
Now I can draw for a while without freaky interruptions. All the better... a quote from my DA journal:
"Looking back on my drawings, I'm not pleased with a lot of them. I've decided to work hard on improving, and developing my style a little more.
I just look at some of my stuff, and... yeah.
I dunno. I just don't feel like I have any confidence in my abilities anymore. Now that's a depressing feeling...
I need coffee."
It's insane. But at least I'm depressed. That can be a good thing. In a way. Because I channel my depression into my drawings, and I have so many bad feelings to get out of me, that the drawings I do when I'm sad are usually my best ones.
But now, I'm bored... I'm gonna make a new ID for my DA account. ^ ^