I no longer know what to do with my head and hands. I can’t sleep. My heart is breaking into a million pieces but is still held by a flimsy tape.

I hate drawing hands. I’ll redo the hands later today after observing my own hands.

This is how I feel today. I don’t know how to channel this pain. I no longer know how to express this since words aren’t enough. Singing it isn’t enough. I need to express it graphically to make it raw. To make it more real, more tangible. Like shooting an arrow straight to the heart.

I may have to buy a big sketch pad and this Muji notebook for my work notes will not do.