1) I'm not alright. But I've mastered the delicate art of looking like I am. It's easy. I've been doing it for years. What difference is another day?
2) I've been hurt so many times before, it's become easy for me to shrug the hurt off.
3) If you think being disliked as a person is torture, having your art disliked is death. Now I can say that I know from personal experience. This is nothing.
4) I don't hold things against others. I only hold things against myself. I don't hate anyone in this world. The only exception is me.
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- letter to a good friend
- new blogskin
- con moto; the winds of change
- turn of the wind
- croak...?
- frog
- skip
- Katy Perry: Peacock
- had to get it out of my system
- paper cones and colliding galaxies
- today's lessons
- doors
- regretting isn't enough, is it?
- brave little resolution
- nothing once again
- classes
- four stories
- seaside
- oh well
- slipping away
- a dream
- who they are
- the brighter the sun
- gone, all gone
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