... that I actually am already dead.
That's how I feel right now. An old friend of mine sent me a message and I strolled through her gallery again. Old memories popped up, memories of the time I thought I was dead, but actually was drop dead creative and producing pictures almost every day. They weren't beautiful, since I pretty much just spilled my soul on paper. But I had inspiration. I had thousands of pictures in my mind.
And now they are gone.
The only thing I create is an elf now and then. My head is just empty. And I don't know if it is the medication that is to blame or just... I don't know. The only thing I know is, that it is frustrating.
Sorry for the rant, but even I do have some bad days.