you've told me for the past 6 months we're not ready for a baby, let's be traditional and wait til we're married. BLAH FUCKING BLAH
yesterday, you man up and tell me you've gotten another girl pregnant.
you've broken my heart for the last time trevor, i'm walking away and never turning back.
i hate you
I feel as though there is a piece missing to the puzzle that is myself, or a hole left unfilled.
What could possibly be missing?
I often draw to rid myself of that feeling.
Drawing, Painting, Pastel, you name it.
That's what I do, but why do I do it?
I like to express my feelings or emotions if you would, on that empty sheet of paper and maybe even a canvas or two.
I can create anything, any world I want.
I'm the only one in that world, whether it be a drawing of an apocolypse or a happy family having a picnic on the riverside.
I'm in control when it comes to the pure white emptiness and my very own hands.
I can bring death, I can bring happiness, anger, fear and sorrow.
Reality is different, for our lives are being drawn by something much bigger than all of us.