I'm a validation starved artist.
I viciously sketch, colour, scribble and paint, to express the emotions swirling like a storm in my mind.
To have someone validate the little I am good at but then to hear, it's not good enough.
Just to hear that the work from my hands, the emotions I lay bare before their feet isn't good enough.
Making me feel inadequate.
Then you hear the self proclaimed better artists offering to touch up my raw emotion. Family members questioning the point. Again, I bare my emotions out into this mundane passage, just for a litrature buff to come tell me I put the comma in the wrong place and my sentence construction is off.
What happened to being allowed to share one's soul with the public without a criteria sheet. Like they could decifer my emotions better then I.
I'd like to see them try.
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Just Me
Ngẫu nhiênEverything I think and feel about myself and the world around me. I'm a hypocrite in my own right, but aren't we all I speak of my beliefs, strengths, 'weaknesses' My wins and losses Just me wrapped in a sloppy bow My diary
