I think that everything is going to be alright. It will even itself out in the end. There are good people out there, but they don't always like each other or agree with each other. And there's not a lot of them. It's easy to oversee them when your so-called friends are painting over your art on the walls, but that is the way of things and training my mind and eyes to see the positive seems to be the only answer that makes any logical sense. I need to paint more, to draw more. There's a blank. An empty blank. And I don't know how to fill it. My once crazy, illogical, fantastical mind has given way to the practical level-headed way of looking at things. I am becoming my mother. It's hard to appreciate your fantastical potential when life keeps getting in the way.
