I'm sorry about the last few posts. This semester has been nothing but cruel to me. To be honest, I wrote those scribbles when I was feeling hopeless. When I write or draw while I'm feeling awful, I tend to exaggerate everything. Were things that terrible? Maybe. Am I really that bad of a person? I don't think so. I've been wronged as well, but I'm too overcome by guilt most of the time to acknowledge the fact that I, too, have a place. Things have gotten a bit better, but I still feel like shit, and I never want to leave my bed most of the time. I'm really glad that winter break is upon me. I think this time apart from everyone I see on a close to day-to-day basis will do me some good and allow me to find myself again. I hope that it mend everything that's been tampered with. Maybe I'll even defeat these demons... Hopefully. I promise I won't lose you to my mind.
I'm giving my first presentation about my work tomorrow. It may sound like nothing, but it is a big deal! I've probably wanted to rip out my hair and cry at least once a day about this one. Not to mention, I've questioned my intent over and over again. This shit is tough. If I want to make it as a exhibiting artist, I need to get used to speaking about my artwork. Here's to hoping that the remainder of the presentation goes smoothly!
mkp.
