Too many sources have looked me in the eyes and told me I need a creative outlet. That is the path to my growth, and once I start things will really start happening with me, they’d say with a gaze so strong supplementing for a wagging finger.
I am still wondering with little ambition, what the hell this means.
So I enrolled in an art class, that was so hard it made me cry with frustration (still glad to I took it). After the term ended, I’ve been lost with what to grasp to keep going- so I set it all down until I can digest this puzzle.
So I made this journal because it reminds me of livejournal from middle school- and the wonderful anonymity provided when you don’t want your friends to know its yours, allows me to empty myself when I can’t hold it in anymore.
So this is my first step..
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