I feel so useless today… useless and comparative. If I were or I’d have art I could sell to people… but I’m not, no use comparing. I don’t have anything to sell. And the things I could sell, the things I wouldn’t have a problem parting with; my twelve string, books, the hammond organ (okay, that’s adam’s to sell, but he doesn’t have a problem with selling it…) no one wants to buy. But how do I explain this situation to my boss? How do I say ‘hey, I love this job, I love how you people treat me me, I’ve never been happier working for anyone… but I’m not surviving on what you pay me.’
Just like that, I suppose.
I feel like I’m on the edge of breaking down every minute of the day that I’m not distracting myself with something. How can things be so good and so not good at the same time?