I've bought all this expensive drawing paper for when we go on a vacation and arranged all my colors in a nicer, bigger box with an acorn-shaped ceramic palate (Cutest!) and all my brushes and everything ... And I almost feel like crying, because I simply cannot draw. Still. After all this time. After two fucking years. I cannot, dare not. It's sitting there, mute and barren, I am looking at all of these amazing things people on IG and Pinterest do, and I'm empty. That door to that room simply refuses to unlock.