fuck.i think ive kind of settled into mild acceptance of the way things are..its all good you know,ur dreams kind of jsut disappear if you let them.staring at a blank page with a stickof charcoal..its as though i need someone to cut off my hands and then i would find the inspiration to draw ,when it cant be done anymore..i fucking hate acceptance.isnt anger supposed to make u do things..so why the fuck have i been stuck in an artists block for liek 2 bloody years about.i belive if you really want somehting you'll work for it and go to any extent to get it..so maybe i dont really want to be an artist.