I've been having a difficult time lately with my low self-esteem, which is a sort of side-effect of my depression.
I've been overthinking everything.
I haven't been sleeping well.
Last night, I couldn't sleep. It was around midnight, and I was in bed with my eyes wide open. Just laying there was pretty boring, so I lit some candles for light and opened my sketchbook.
I was tired, but I was warm and I was happy.
And everything was nice.
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