April 23

There was a dream,
& one day I could see it.
Like a bird in a cage, I broke out & demanded that somebody free it.
And there was a kid,
with a head full of doubt.
So I'll scream till I die & the last of those bad thoughts are finally out.

Decide what you'll be and go be it. 

Words like this get me through group projects that make me want to tear my brain out.

Last week was rough and so I wrote a lot, but I couldn't make myself write about negative things because my people surrounded me with love and all the bad things went away. I am so thankful to have a circle of friends and family that love me perfectly and make me feel like the luckiest. 

April 3

Today was about

exhaling.

Because nothing feels better than developing vision and realizing that the things that you have been dreaming about for years are actually becoming reality. And realizing that they actually can happen. Oh. MY. God.

AND now that everything is falling into place, I can finally play the piano and paint. I was reading the other day about my enneagram type (four) and it acknowledged that angsty, emotional people such as myself should create because it helps. I feel that. I'll probably take a stab at the cello too because I'm feeling invincible.