(2015)
Lately I've been undergoing a lot. Trying to accept things I don't like nor understand. I can't talk to my parents because I don't want their help on this one. I want to figure it out on my own. Nor do I want to explain to them the internal conflicts consuming me... I do not know who to turn to. I won't worry him, so I won't tell him. Instead I choose to paint. To paint the colors of the world. To capture my happiness in an arrangement of blues, greens, yellows, and oranges. To color my way out of things. To forget that I have a problem at all...