Living the dream

    It's been about five months since I left Seattle, five months of absolutely nothing of any significance. All my old IRL friends are busy with their own lives and I'm here in this pathetic limbo of an existence. I've managed to get one good painting produced and nothing else since, currently trying to push another one out but every time I look at it I want to set it on fire and then kill myself. I think I'm starting to lose weight at least, been drinking less, eating less. Maybe I'll feel better about my relationship woes if I'm not a hulking lard ass like I've been the past four years. Keto is such a pain, I miss eating bread and pasta and sugary sweets. It's worth it though, I will be skinny again...

    Gonna get fucked up on white claws tomorrow, low carbs babyyyy.