I have been punishing myself. I have been trying to muffle my ego.

Recently I have been breaking things by abusing, overusing them. Thoughtless and careless. My choices wreak havoc. I make the choice and they destroy.

I haven't let myself cry. The feeling is all consuming. I feel completely weak in myself. I almost vomited when I had to an in class assignment.

He has taught me so much. He is truth seeker. How can he stand to be with such a storyteller? I have very little authenticity to offer the world. I forgave him but not myself.

why have I stopped making art?