i love to draw. well. i love and loathe it all at once. typically because im so hard on myself when i draw or paint for it not being perfect. but then what really is.
is it not flaws and imperfections that make us unique? that million dollar painting with its cheap prints. basically what i mean is its the quirks and uniqueness that make us valuable. so many of us are trying to fit in when we were born to stand out.
i have never fit it. it has never bothered me though.
off topic.
but anyway, ive taken up painting again. im not GREAT. but i enjoy it. and while im painting my mind isnt focused on demons and monsters and voices that tell me horrible things.
distractions are lovely things.
find one.
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