It's disheartening that I have been given so many chances -- from familiar faces to complete strangers -- to "redeem" myself of my failures. Only then I have watched many of these chances slide right out of my hand. Or in some cases, I just gave up. My grip loosened, which led me to watch them all shatter to the floor.
**Ohhhhh you f*cking drama queen
I have decided to not wallow in my short comings, but instead turn to art which has never let me down. Making it, reacting to it, witnessing it, basking in these people's ingeniousness.
My true comforters: artists, musicians, people who create their own worlds, and people who find comfort in their own company.
I try to remember to keep in good spirits. And to celebrate the people that make this world beautiful, in my opinion. This is for them, and it always will be for them. I love them all dearly.
