It's one of those unrefuteable facts that I write/draw/do anything artistic when I'm passionate. By passionate I dont mean passionate about writing, but rather just passionate about something. Or, to define it even more, when my mind is really stuck on something and I have some kind of annoying feeling floating around in my stomach.

For me at least, passion is a double edged sword. Some of the stupidest things I've ever done in my life have been in the name of passion. I've insulted my parents, said stupid things to friends, ended relationships, all because I was acting on the instinctual wave that is passion. Sure, everything about me may be beautiful when I'm passionate, but what is the use of beauty when it seems like it only ever embarrasses me.

You know, I'd love to follow my heart for once. I'd love to act on my passions, but by precedent I cant. I'm scarred by my past, and my mind just wont allow me to go down the road of fruition.