Just a place where I can talk

I have to tell you the truth

I used to have art again.
But it faded.
I hate talking about this.
But I need to.
My parents yelled at me.
Because they found out about my art.
I am to scared to make art now.
But I need to.
But I can't.

If you know what I am talking about.
I hope you get better.
But I can't promise it.
The world is a rude place.
And I can't change that.
But all I can do is try and help.
I'll try to make it a little bit brighter.
By telling you that I care about you even if I don't know you in real life.
I care.