there's a cruel cycle to my life.

whenever im too happy i have nothing to make art with, i have no drive to create, i am at peace doing nothing.

though, after awhile the pressure of me doing nothing with my life gets to me, and i get depressed, then i start making content again, creating again, pushing myself again.

and people love that, they love when i push myself. it leads me to burn out.

thats when i fall into the void, no longer exist as a human, drift through the days doing nothing as my brain slowly rebuilds.

slowly, the void brings me comfort, the void brings me peace, and that leads to my happiness. and then, the cycle repeats.