i don't get it!
one minute i love my art and all that it is and those birds are humming thier favourite tunes while everything is peaceful until...

next minute i have this streak of neverending bad luck and unfocusable art title waves crash upon my mind giving the nervous feeling of regret and fear seeing that the thing i most wanted was never as good as i thought it be when back to look at my piece nothing but a blob of paint spot that was work for ages of preparing compared to the statue of Michael Ilangelo next to me of my neighbor. the gold and glitter begins to fade back into a distant dream.
~thank you
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hahaha... sorry aboout that i always tend to a bit poetic.
my teacher says i should just become an actor ^^
anyways... im just feelin a little under appreciated right now so dont worry im alright