Here i sit, 12:51AM. Fucking frustrated. And unable to vent in the way that used to repair my soul. Where once sat a well spring of inspiration, refined processes and problem solving capabilities now sits a crumbling husk of a human being who can no longer call themself an Artist. You know, you'd think that seeking further education is a good thing, especially when you want to get better at what you do and be the best at what you do. It's funny how life seems to take what you love, make you think your choices will be benificial, then turn it around and fuck you up. In terms of my choices as an Artist, the biggest mistake i have ever made was giving University another go. 2009 i gave it my first shot, i ended up dropping out because my body couldn't handle the stress, dispite me fucking loving it. So 2 years later i chose to give it another go, with a more level head and a lot more life experience, and what do i get? A fucking mind fuck. I can not think anymore. I can not draw anything. I get ideas and i can not put them on to paper, no matter how much concentration i put into it. It's all fucking gone. There is no longer a shred of creativity within my soul and that is thanks to University. This journal doesnt even come close to justifying my emotions. I no longer have anything to contribute to society. The one thing that made me feel like i had a shred of value is now gone and i cant fucking do squat about it. Gotta love that too.

Moral of the story, you're better off learning on your own. Trust no one but yourself when it comes to your creativity, and dont ever let anyone interfere with what makes you a god amongst insects.

This is Pariah000 - Former Artist - ending rant.