Sometimes I get anxious. I get so anxious and antsy and nervous and itchy and confused and scared and hopeful and nauseous. I need to create. Create something. Its like the universe just says "Hey, now is the time. You have no choice. Get it out into the world." And I have to comply. If I do not, I cry. I cry and drink and smoke cigarettes. I beat myself up. Because when I ignore the universe I am not living the life I am supposed to be living. I am an artist and I create. If I am not creating I am miserable. And if I am not creating I say "I'm trying to be an artist". And then I perpetuate a loop of non-creation.
I am an artist.
I create.
I am.
I live.
I love.
I feel.
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