There should be a punctuation mark for contempt.

When I feel like this, I should just go to bed.

the artists urge, like shitting like carrying a baby like being homosexual. It's there innately. Pop art. Candy for artists.

I don't feel like I am an artist, I feel I am a fraud. 

I miss talking to him.

I stared at the future and it stared back. I am afraid.

I can never go back to those days.

I don't want to see a psychologist any more.

I feel I am alone.