When life feels unbearable, create art. I’ve been taking voice lessons with a brilliant teacher, and some days I just suck, and some days I find myself singing. Last night I dreamt Marc Jacobs was giving my roommates clothes, clown clothes I like to call them, because that’s what his clothes remind me of. But alas, upon waking and recalling my dream, I realized my dreams are others reality, and that made me incredibly sad. I seem to be to me the saddest person on earth. I find moments of happiness; after finishing strong on along run, hearing the morning birds singing, flight of the choncords, and yet the overarching theme of my life is sadness. But let’s not think of that. Must. Create. Art.
I have no idea what that means literally . I have a vague idea intuitively though . My grandma said that to me and after looking it up it in fact means an unreliable person. Thanks grandma. Still stuck on the whole law of attraction thing. Wondering about luck. Cursing fate. It’s a strange world I live in.