I've been in an awful mood lately. Nothing seems to please me. Everything pisses me off.
I feel so full up with all this creative inspiration, to write and write and write and whenever I sit down to do it... Things just get jammed inside. It's not a matter of finding ideas or plotting them out, no, it's just the transfer from head to paper that seems to be screwing me over. Like a stuffy nose or something.
Also, my art is horrible. Seriously. I don't even know anymore. I think it's time for me to move on.