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Lately, I feel like my brain hates me. I’ll have the intention of doing everything I want/need to do. Then I’ll sit down at my desk and just open my emails. I’ll be like “Okay, I’ll start working on that right after I google “graph theory”. Then graph theory somehow turns into me reading Wikipedia pages on the early Greek Empire. My brain is all over the place. Fuck, even this paragraph is hard to follow.

It never used to be like this for me. I think I just have too much on my plate. I need to start clearing some of it off. I need some breathing room. FUCK. The problem there is that I’ve been saying this for almost a year now. At this point, I may be afraid of what the future holds. Why? I used to have dreams of making it. My next step was never certain. But now, this uncertainty feels different. Why does this plunge scare me more than all my other ones? I’m a fucking artist, dawg. I never gave a fuck about my future. Shit.