#vent box

they feel more, analyse more, hurt more, please more, express more, laugh more, cry more.

i cannot imagine a single artist who hasn't felt pain and has been suppressed enough to express it. art finds its way to the artist and it's seldom the other way around. it's an olive branch, a life saving hand that grips an artist at their lowest.

the fucked up artist may be cheered on, may be critiqued upon, insulted by the many who claim to understand their art on the whole, but frankly, there's no one except the creator who completely understands it all.

it's upto the artist to spend their life trying to defend their art or make more of it and let time take its course.

Of course. I don't mind. I made this blog for when I have bad days and if anyone else has a bad day they can say it without being worried about being called out.

I never mind reading about people's problems, It helps them to vent way more than it inconveniences me to read

Anyway, I feel like I "wake up" all the time and don't remember what was happening before. Sometimes it happens in the middle of speaking, and I have to ask people what I was talking about two seconds ago. Sometimes I don't remember entire days of my life at all, as if I didn't exist during them.

No.

a glass overflowing with water is only a mess to some people.

I'll make personal posts too, but feel free to vent in the ask box anonymously.