So... is it normal to fight your creation? It's bullying me!!! And I snarl back at it. We're kicking and screaming at each other. And I keep asking myself what I did to deserve this? Why oh why can't I just choose to draw something simple, but noohooo, can't do that, I gotta jump onto the wierdest kinds of poses and situations (wouldn't be much of a capricorn if I didn't, now would I?), and while working on it I risk going bald from the hairpulling frustration. Well, shit on me, cause there's a voice in my ear whispering on about challenges, progress and perfection. Fuleing my rage even more, as I attack again and again with pens and erasers. Paperballs soaring throught the air, pencils jammed into the desk (or my hand, depending of wich yields first), blood sweat and tear flooding the room. But I keep fighting this battle, with a faint hope, like a guiding star peeking out from behind the clouds every once in a while, that I could perhaps win. Just maybe... if I'm strong enough.