Sometimes you get so sick and tired of this psychotic revolving creation of God.

So much anger, so much hate, so much pain, so much angst, too many emotions attached.

When days are wet and grey and blue skies are no where to be found.

When trouble, one after another, persistenly torments you.

When you feel the lack of strength to carry on and just want to curl up in bed, blast the speakers and immerse yourself in a world of nothingness.

When you lack inspiration, drive and passion. When the fiery redness is dampen by critics and pessimists. How do you fight?

If I could I would. Give me a room, paint brushes and lots of paint, and I will create a world just for me, where everything is beautiful. If only we we live in a photoshopped world. Then everything will be breath-takingly beautiful.