I have decided to start painting again. I have missed it quite a bit. Ever since I got caught up in the whole design world, I stopped. Such a mistake.
I have made alot of mistakes in my life; some I wish I could take back but I can't. So do I have regrets? Oh course, we all do, even if we care to say so or not. I don't however want to think about them anymore. Life is full of second guesses, but the way to look at it is, it was the right decision for me at that time.
Time passes, relationships lost and gained. I think of the time I lived in Memphis, I struggled to have certain friends. You know, the friends you thought you wanted even though they suck as individuals. Unfortunately I had to, it was easier to be friendly and keep things working than to be like fuck you and fight up hill the entire time. What a joke. I'm so tired of wearing masks.