A.K.A. frustrated, gothy perversions. Such bath might get me up from my good student choma, even if I'm not a vampire, though.
I just noticed that creativity is not really a talent or a birth-gift but mental energy, and that ability to draw and write are, not actually abilities but well-refined skills. Why? Once my studies are eating all my energy and willingness to work, I cease to have these creative ideas for drawings, not to even mention writing something~
Leaves me just to practice some of the skills I already have - I even considered recycling some of those ideas I had on my old, carelessly doodled things.
Nono, though, I'm not complaining, I know it will come back after I start having too much to do again~ But I feel rather gray about anything, big emotions and fine books, and get the most enjoyment of sleep and a hot cup of noodles - it's funny how silent I can turn, remembering myself as a bouncing hothead from few years before.
Noodles are good though. Wheat better than rice. Duck flavor 2 win.
