I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
Drawing is definitely comparable to sex. Such a therapeutic outlet.
Had an energizing conversation last week with a guy in a band who is a painter. He told me a few things that gave me strength to remember who I am. Can you believe I forgot? Me neither. 'Fuck You' Recession. 'Fuck You', Pessimistic Mother. 'Fuck You', Negativity. I'm out. My skin feels like maybe I'm starting to grow back into it. Maybe it's vaguely comfortable again.
I'll flip my hair if I want to. I'll lay in bed all day if I want to. I'll drink beer and cry and let my bra straps show. I'll dance when there's no music and live when everyone else dies and drive to Canada alone. And FUCK YOU for telling me I shouldn't. Dig yourself six feet under, I'm staying above water.