I...officially think I'm losing my mind.
I have full free reign here, but it's like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, in a trapped room. I dunno'.
I can't remember if I've said it on here or not, but I'm going to Paris. I'll probably end up going alone though since no one seems willing to go with me. It's scary, but I think I'm ready to be on my own for a while.
I'm doubting my own art, I need to have some real world experience without anyone telling me I'm good or bad in my ear. I'm not even sure if I'm the kind of artist I want to be. I would kill to make a living from opera singing. And it's strange, because I've been trying to force that off for years because ...well, not many people are cultured anymore. I won't have the bling-bling whilst singing Faust.
...God, I want pizza.
That, and I'm pretty convinced I'm getting anorexic. I'm only eating one meal a day on average...just because I literally haven't been feeling hungry. Couldn't be a bad thing, might make me lose some weight.
...I think I have a little obsession with skulls right now. Go figure.
Besides that, just call me Carmina.
The Girl, The Diva
- Glaci
- Twenty three circles around the sun, with many more left. She eats, breathes and lives life. These common things the rest of you want? She wants nothing with. Give her the love of a dead man, and she'll treasure it!