The quarantine was therapeutic for me. I realized a lot. But now I'm left with these unresolved feelings that are just stuck in my concience floating. I feel lonely, I'm so bored and liveless. Watching movies doesn't entertain me like it used to, or writing about issues and making lists on my bullet journal. All I want know is my opinion to be heard. For people who thought they knew me to realize it was all in their head. Maybe they painted this picture this picture of me, limiting where I start and where my capacity ends. Or maybe I did. I had it painted and presented it so poorly. Maybe I should start painting again.
