life = art

sigh, i think i'm sinking back into depression again.

i'm beginning to crave for alcohol whenever i felt like dying. just like how it happened 3 years ago.

sometimes, it feels like i'm a lonely painter. Painting something that nobody can ever understand. Fool isn't it? There's so much you want to tell it out but you just want to tell it through an art. If my life is equivalent to a notion of an art, then it'll probably be the messiest art ever painted. But, who could ever see through the colors and abstract?

I don't know.