Sometimes I wonder if my urge for expressing myself will be the end of me.
That I will never be satisfied with a normal life. That I will never be able to have a normal life. That my mind is too clouded for such a thing.
It steals and it drains and yet I need it, because without my creativity I would be empty and such a life would be meaningless.
Sometimes I feel like I don’t have time for both to live and have a life
