I have been totally crushed and losing faith in my so-called art life. Simply put it, I am like Darfur sufferred from the dry season but then deteriorated by the civil war. I have been supported by the "aid groups" for emotional and economical support. Nothing really works. I am fighting my biggest enemy, that Finn Chung.
I almost hate that Finn Chung. She is annoying. I can even smell her in my armpits. Yaks!
