Rant and Random

The thing is, I am slowly losing confidence of what I do. I am supposed to be an effin' artist, free to spread her wings and fly to the artistic realm. Alas, I am here trapped in a cage called life. The so called money bribed it's way into my mind, thinking that if i get enough of this so called money I would be free and soar in the creative seas. But I fear that I am only raising false hopes. Unless I do something radical... I'm afraid that would be impossible for my current situation orders me to do no risks lest pay the consequences. I am suffocated my these restrictions and limitations. I loathe this so called money and what i does to the mind of a being whose main goal is to survive this ambiguous earth.