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Can somebody die out of pressure? Well, maybe there have been cases as such out there somewhere. Yeah. I'm pretty sure someone could die due to that. Most probably an individual could be driven to suicide because of the pressure they receive. Me? Am I under a pressure? Well, these days, who is not? I might not have the worst problem and under the most severe case of stress right now. And when I use my logic to think about it, my problem actually seems minuscule. But well, let's just say that I like to bitch and whine. Sigh. Now I don't even know what I want to rant about any more. Let me just rant about other things, yeah? I've been helping with mother's business lately, so I have less time to my own and thus I am not able to draw as much as I used to (or as much as I like to). Well, despite leaving home at 8am I do come home at about 5, but I seriously have no intent to draw then. So, I will dilly dally around until like 8.30pm+ and then boom. Inspiration, desire, drive to draw all come rush to me in a huge wave. Yeah, calculating that, I only have like 3 hours or so to draw, since I need to wake up in the morning. (Well, due to me living here, at home, with mother, I can't sleep in) And the fact that I have a few requests queueing too..ugh.. Anyhow, I worry about the future, you know. I'm certainly going to be much busier than I am now. Obviously less time for my hobby. I really do like drawing. Love, even. Although there are times art makes me hate myself because I just couldn't surpass my own expectation (many times I fell short of it, even), I just can't stop doing it. You know, it's like a love-hate relationship, which I believe loads of artists out there could relate to. I don't know what else I want to talk about. My life is just a plane of polished glass. It's so damn flat. So, here's a little something I doodled before sleeping yesterday.  Labels: doodle |