This pandemic is so fucking depressing. Every problem I’ve had pre-pandemic only got worse. All my plans got put on hold and will probably never push through.
The only time I get truly productive is when I decide to risk my health to work outside. It’s a need more than a want. I’m mentally fucking challenged by this whole situation. Being myself, I overthink everything. My relationships, my career (if I even have one), my skin. Every fucking thing.
Got interested in drawing again, though. I want to study art like I had planned when I was 16.
Been dreaming of my dad again. Which is weird.
At this moment, I find writing here therapeutic. I have 7 episode scripts to finish by the end of the day and some more workload for other projects. I am grossly underpaid. It’s now 12:23pm. I find myself wasting time but not really.
The other day I wrote 3 articles for an internationally-based application. But they didn’t get to read my articles cause I clicked DECLINE prior. Jesus. Felt good though that I was able to produce those in a short period of time. Might be kind of reckless but they gave me 2 days to finish it and I did it in 4 hours I think? They would have deserved what came.
