I have recently been having mental problems. And it must be because the mind of an artist is very creative . . . this is a good and a bad thing. I can dream up wonderful things, and at the same time think of the most horrible, terrible nightmares. Scare myself into some kind of freakout!

Going to school I've found that writers, musicians, artists, anyone with some type of creative persona . . . are more prone to mental instability. I guess that is the curse we all must live with. Maybe that's why alot of us are depressed, suicidal, angry . . . all of the crappy ass emotions that we dredge up along with the beauty, the creative joys.

I know I'm going to be okay, but it's scary in the darkness. My thoughts are my worst enemies. My thoughts are my greatest pleasures.

Sometimes it sucks being an artist! Even though for the most part, I love every moment.