My last throughts for this year and the last ones for a little while.
Been feeling unexpected depressed today, my hopes and dreams never reached a pointo soo low. It not like I lost something, like I talked in the last journal, now I know that. I just got the realization this year that trying, for my case at least, is useless. Most of the time now, thinking about art makes me feel empty. It sounds too dramatic, and I will regret typing that, but it is the only way I can describe it.
I just wished I could accept my failure and move on, but I can't do it. Being a failure in the only thing I wished to do in my life is really hard. But, oh well, life got to keep moving. It is a burden that I will have to carry.
I just wish everybody pursuing the same objective than me a better luck than mine, happy holidays to all and goodbye.