Excerpts from a story I'll never write

Distraction

I paint
I draw
I write. But nothing seems to distract me from what my life is. I didn't think that life was going to turn out this was. If I did I probably would have given up long ago. Even though I was young I still knew what sadness and disappointment was. I still fantasize myself being happy, but then I corrupt my own fantasy. And now my future is nothing but blurry