katheebah

As an artist I live a cursed existence, to only bask in the satisfaction of my greatest achievements for the shortest of times. It is at the height of my revelry that I begin the feel the all too familiar tug of responsibility and inevitability to once again pick up the pencil and outdo myself, forever toiling, momentarily satisfied; I am, The Beast of Burden.

I only got where I am because of how many people told me i sucked. I'll only get to where I want to go because of my immense standards. Criticism. Positive, negative, all of it. Let it motivate you. Through spite, Through strife, Through desperation, make art your life.

It's been a while. My first real semester of college is wrapping up. i'm actually procrastinating a particularly pugnacious final for Eng 102. 10 page paper due tomorrow. probably at 10:15 or something. I feel like i'm being cheated really. we don't learn too much in that class. the main focus is on the ridiculous paper that i'm currently avoiding. I also made a Tumblr. Follow it if you like, i'm under the same name here. i'd love to follow you and re blog your hilarious tidbits. I feel like my life has been a sort of roller coaster. a lot of ups and downs in quick succession. i'm determined not to let the downs get the best of me, and