October 4, 2001
Guerrilla warfare and I’m my only enemy

Any face I choose to wear turns me into an evil being. Once I’m set outside these four walls made of fake trees and smiles— reality is waiting to beat me until I’m dead. I’m depressed 120% of the time. I question all things—I want to know why! If someone looks at me, I take it as a negative, then positive, creating questions, hatred, then destruction. Every painting I’ve created is overworked, because of the moodiness that lives inside of me every second of every day.