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"yah, i think it's pretty hard to make good art when you're happy.       it's the painful stuff that makes good art. so is your art worth it then?                           i think so. but you're suffering for something nobody's really going to care about..        everyone suffers. at least when i do,                 something beautiful can come from it. so you're saying all truly good artist's had shitty lives then?     probably. do you think you're a good artist?          sometimes.          sometimes my life is pretty shitty."

what does home mean? is it just a place you lay your head, or is it something more than that? i think home is a place where you know you belong. a place that you know you can always run to and feel better. i think there's a point in everyone's life where home doesn't feel like that anymore. i guess i've hit that point. i don't know what to do or where to put myself. that feeling of belonging has disappeared and i feel so lost. i don't know who i am and i don't know where i'm going.

i'm going away to mount A for four days <3 i'm so excited : ] i'm going to be taking courses in painting, drawing and photography, while living in residence there, and they're covering my room and board and my art supplies O_O <3 <3 <3 soooo excited, leaving tomorrow : D ~ it was hot and time was sticking to my skin. we're all the punch line to a joke that they won't let us in on. and all your thoughts. they rot. [ugly casanova]