it's happened. i didn't think it would. i thought i was strong enough. i'm not. depression has sunk its ugly claws into my hide and locked out my ability to follow through with my creative desires. i know precisely what's causing it. work. a dead end job with no future is causing my skill set to degrade. home. i'd prefer not to go in depth on that topic. those two environmental stress factors make me just want to lay in bed and sleep. i haven't given in to that urge. yet, at the same time i can't seem to get my ass in gear and write for my comic. i have so many ideas and yet i just can't seem to pick up a pencil and write. fuck. i guess it's the torture of being one of those creative types. we, as a group, seem to suffer the most mental anguish compared to the rest of the working world. crazy, no?<P>------------------
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