I will experience an artistic identity crisis every three months that will plunge my entire being into a desperate state of despair in which i will constantly question everything that makes me who I am, give myself drastic haircuts at three in the morning, ingest copious amounts of substances (mainly stimulants and psychadelics), quit my job, move out of my apartment to live in my rat-infested cracktown studio, move out of my studio to live with a very strange friend, cut the rest of my hair off, delete any and all social media profiles, either ignore your texts for three days or call you constantly asking for reassurance.
