next thing, next thing

boy, have I grown impatient.

It doesn’t help that I’m taking meds for anxiety so that’s cool. I feel these overwhelming feelings of ‘I need to do SOMETHING, anything, RIGHT NOW…’ but I’m trying my best to get used to it. I’ll see my knees shaking in anticipation for something, but anticipation for WHAT?

This is the perfect excuse to practice my self-control. I don’t NEED to drive anywhere, I don’t NEED to go for a walk. I’m okay right here in my room with my puppers, who seems to always be content.

Not to ease into depression, but these two can go hand in hand.

Few things have value to me right now. That’s just the state I’m in (please don’t be worried).

Alongside my faith, it seems to be whispering beautiful words of hope for the future but at a cost. Nothing interests me on the internet anymore, not even tv shows or movies. I have moments of being tired of my own music (unreleased) which is bound to come when making creative decisions. But I do, recognize it as the enemy. At least I try to. The messages in my music aren’t like many I’ve heard before and I just hope a select few can just take it and run with it. That’s the beautiful thing about art. We don’t NEED to know the ‘why’. We can just appreciate that it’s here, right now. Observe in whatever way you see fit.

Official update on music related things: I am… SO EXCITED to be pulling songs together for a collection. I’m happy they get to finally bounce into your eardrums. Thank you to my fellow supporters, whom I have and haven’t met. Just thank you.