I'm barely 30 yet

I feel like I have so much to say. My inner turmoil wanting to spill itself all over these pages. I need to rechannel my energies. Blogging surely pacifies it, but not that much.

Maybe I need to draw again. Maybe all this is caused by my creative energies, unfulfilled and churning like confused mush. I feel so frustrated. I wonder if other people feel like this all the time, and have no way to soothe themselves. At least I can write and draw when I set my mind to it. If I do not have even this, I will not be surprised to find myself dead before I'm 40.

Geez I'm starting to sound like some suicidal teenager or something now. No thanks. Not down that road again.

Dear God, no.