sierracore

I cant work, thats for sure I cant read by obligation thats a fact, by now my mind is all screwed up, dont blame the...

I feel like creating because I know that if I dont do that Im going to became a destructive mass of hate and the first victim is going to be me like always.

So I want to fucking compose and write and draw and finish with all these bad earned energy, but I just cant because I have to work, I know that when all finnish im going to spend two or three days in my bed just existing, because im really tidred I even loose my desire to fuck.

I have a lot of ideas on my mind I dont kare if they suck, I know how people love shit, I can consider my self a shit consumer as well, I have been drawing them It would be good If I knewd how to write partitures.

I fell like trapped in a bad dream, all the people act like if they were psicotic deja bus, really.