MAN THIS IS GONNA SO ****ING SOUND LIKE A LIVEJOURNAL BUT WHATEVERIn the past few months I've been losing a lot of my creative spur (which I adore because it gives me a reason to do what I do best - make music and draw stuffs). I can't really perceive the reason for the loss of it, but the fact that I can't find in myself the determination to somehow get it back really kinda tears me inside. Only on three or four days between January and now have I made things I like... and it's really beginning to get at me because the more I try to make things the less content I feel, and though sometimes the results are mildly pleasing (to some) I find them abhorrent - often so much I just scrap the whole thing.
This goes mostly for my music, though. My drawings seem to be fine and in some aspects are much better than ever before. Anyways, I think I'm going crazy because it's also somehow begun to deter my relationship with another person - not that I have that many friends in the first place, but the idea of being tortured by the loss of a friend is just BLEH. Though, in retrospect, he IS kind of a dick, moreso recently, on some days so that could also be the reason.
IN ANY CASE, every time I try making music it sounds staler and staler and even staler, and whenever I look at old compositions I've made I feel like I'm going downhill more than up to the GLORIOUS MUSICAL HEAVEN I SO STRIVE FOR.
tl;dr: Tri feels like an incompetent musician that should just rip his hands off to save anyone else from hearing the horrendous monster that is his music.