  I wanna go to bed. I have a realy bad headache and it's been an awful day. Got bad news about the cat painting: apparently he did'nt like it. I feel like i'm accomplishing nothing. You know how when you're little, and you draw a picture of a rainbow, your parents tell you how great it is and then toss it when you leave the room? That's how i feel. Everyone likes the work. "Oh, that's pretty" blah blah blah. Nobody wants to keep it. What the hell am I doing it for, then? Maybe I need to find a new form. What i really need to do is up and leave and forget all this bullshit that i think is important so that i can really get it done. I feel so suffocated here. I think i've said that before, and I have to wonder if I'm purposely trying to find a way out because I know I have a different path or if my future really is staring me right in the face when i wake up every morning. And all that cosmic bullshit. 
