Lack of everything.

Sometimes, i get depressive. Sometimes it when stress piles on top of me, but normally i have art to relate back to.

But i've lost it. I've lost everything.
All my inspiration, my creativity, all my ideas. Gone.

I dont know why but i feel as if im going through a tough time, not in my life i guess. That seems to be all ship shape. Its my mind.

Its doing it again, and i dont like it. Its playing tricks on me, it keeps making me worry, panic and freak out. I've been through this before, for years. Its time to move on, because im not doing this again. It sounds pathetic but imaging your every waking moment worrying that somethings going to go wrong. It doesnt matter what, anything.

Its doing it again, and i dont like it.