Embers

    I can't help wondering why I'm still here.    I can't seem to pick up a pencil no matter what.    I'm either too tired, too sad or too angry to even try. Or if I'm kind of happier for a passing moment, trying to draw would just be unleashing a pending failure, so I won't risk it.    Or I'm too busy. And when I'm not, I'll think of something else to do. Or I just think. Of all the things I shouldn't think of. I hate to drown in obligations, I'm sick of all the things I should do... yet it seems healthier to be busy and thus miserable than to have free time I'm only capable of using to make myself even more dejected.    I tell mysel

#DeviantArtistQuestionnaire I thought I'd give this a go, just for the sake of updating my journal. 1. How long have you been on DeviantArt? Theoretically 11 years, 3 months and 11 days. In reality... on and off, more or less. 2. What does your username mean? It's just a self-explanatory word. But perhaps I can somehow relate to the qualities of a fading fire. I should change it though, I just don't know into what exactly. 3. Describe yourself in three words. Weird. Complicated. Unsocial. 4. Are you left or right handed? Right handed, but I can also for example write with my left hand, so it's not actually that much worse. It might e