i think i just need a fucking break from this pressurized tank of progress … it’s just i get really pissed when i can’t even read a damned book without having to reread it because i can’t concentrate in this “made from concentrate” mess of art school, parental pressure, and fake dreams … it would all be fine if i could just read books … that’s how i got through the cesspool of middle school anyway … tried to in high school but excuses, a boy, and a father got in the way … i won’t make that same mistake again …