Description
Another day of intense work, another day with thousand questions unanswered, painted with a million of shades of rage.
Where is my mind? As the pixies sang.
Some days it would be better not to wake up at all.
Still looking for a new direction, and friends tell me that I'm too perfectionist, I'm too choosy, I'm too picky, I'm too this, I'm too that, I'm too everything. The truth is... some days I'm just too tired to live.