no man thats exactly what im saying. im having an extremely hard time just keeping up with bills and relations and my own self and noticed that i have to get away a lot more then i hit a smooth patch and ill slow down and just enjoy it then i start to think about shit and ill have to go out again. its a constant cycle. life sucks so make something of it. ill spend hours locked away in my apartment until im to fed up with bouncing off the walls with myself that i have to go fuck some shit up whether it be rippin it up with a mad skate session or painting for hours on end till i dont think i even have the energy to walk home. that is if i have the energy to peel myself from my bed at 5 in the evening after 12 to 18 hours of sleepin. i used to tell myself i just like to sleep but i realized later its just another way to escape the harsh realities of my own fucked up world.