3.30.2002
 
At this moment I do feel like bashing myself against the wall once or twice or all night long.

And denying myself pleasure has become a game.

No, I'm not talking about food.

I haven't touched my painting or my sketchbooks voluntarily.

Denying myself visual artistic expression.

Because I want to see how long I can go without being satiated.

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