I think I am finally about ready to admit to myself that, both as an artist and as a person, staying in NYC has been in many ways a terrible mistake.

And I’m talking about before the crisis. It is not an artists city anymore. Just a lonely, brutal horribly expensive shithole.

I miss having firends. I miss so terribly being around other people who were the tiniest bit like me.

A big part of the reason we stayed here was my prents and now one is gone and the other one, we haven’t seen in 3 months and who knows when we will again or if.

Sorry just letting it out here! Also, the effect excessive heat and humidity have on a person’s reasoning power and general composure- have there been studies done on that? Cause I’m already waaaayyyyy past my limits