I want it to be the end of December. The end of January. I want results. I want to surround myself with artists. I want to surround myself with artists because I feel my mind, heart, soul, creativity is dwindling. I don't feel anything anymore. I've worked so hard on work. Six months of slaving away for the man, I have just money to show for it. I want to know what I want to create. Project after project but nothing exhibits what's inside of me. I've stopped writing. I've stopped shooting. I've stopped listening to people talk about their creations. I've stopped caring about colors. I've stopping caring about shadows. I've been climbing on roofs for a month. I don't have to do that anymore. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to have something to show you. I want to have something I'm proud to show you, or anyone. Anyone. I've been dating my job. I've been going out with my job and forgetting everyone else. When you forget people they start to forget you right back. It's not cute. It's almost time to bust out my scarf and start making up a smile.