I have this awesome habit of bursting into tears. Hooray.

Counting down the days!!!

Fuck you Florida.

there are dangers.

I'm so sick of this place. I'm sick of false friends, and accusations.
I get told one thing. So I move on and do something else and then you're mad?

Over it.
Entirely over it.

Really.
What is it you want from me.

In other news I will be gone soon. Fuck Florida. Fuck this bullshit art scene. Fuck getting commission paintings I'm going to ( Read more... )

Solitude. Solidarity to isolation. This is my life.
My social interactions are few and far between.
Gratifying interactions hardly occur.
I paint all day. Usually once a month I receive offers for shows which I oblige since pushes me forth to my long term goal.

The days go by so slow but the week flies by so fast.

So much shit going on. Short term goal failing.

Sigh.

Sigh, I wish I had time for myself. School, work, taking care of Grandma. She goes into surgery Tuesday, I'm frightened.

Shit yeah! My painting rocks.

I spend a lot of quality time by myself. All by myself. It's not too bad. I'm independent. It doesn't hurt as much when my bestfriend has no interest in talking, or hanging out. Well that last bit is a lie. It's been a month. I've been through a lot of different shit. I guess it's the usual from other's perspective but whatever. It's just not the ( Read more... )

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