I’ve been thinking of new things to put on paper but I forget everything. I just moved to Ohio which has been causing stress and my depression is coming back in waves. I want to create but I don’t feel motivated or 100% in my own mind. I put one day aside to draw and something happened. Still not content with that aspect of my life. Is that what being an artist is?
Tip: do not dry your stripper shit in a dryer as it will probably ruin it or result in those little lint balls that glow under the black light. Just untangling all of this from the washing machine took enough time. I usually hand wash, but I decided that all of my dancewear needed freshening up at once (everything smelled like… imaginethere was an ashtray fire and all you had to smolder it was a cheap floral eu de toilette).
Not pictured: the rest of my room riddled with g strings and one pieces.