ate a chili dog and am having 4 pomegranates for dessert. All is right with me again. Being in the countryside fucks so much more than the city.

I made a ballsy decision to go to artschool, and my parents supported my decision in that. And I thought in life for a moment there would be nothing more I wanted to do in life than just art. Being at artschool has single handedly stressed me out so bad the thought of drawing has become a gruesome chore that I dread doing. I'm leaving artschool really soon to pursue pharmacy instead, so I won't have to stress any longer. I just wasn't aware how quickly my passion for something could turn into a genuine hatred. Not to mention just how detrimental stress is, I've noticed I've become a lot more uncontrollable. Hitting my head against the wall or punching myself in the head. It's really easy to lose yourself as a person.