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For the first time in roughly 1.5 years (Giver or take random shit I might have done inbetween.) I painted a picture.
I hate it, but then again I never learned how to properly paint people.
Non-the-less, that was my therapy for the day.
Depression gone? Not really.
But it was a lot more helpful than writing stupid shit.
No, you won't ever see my painting.
I haven't even shown my parents and I probably won't.
It's a me thing.
Although there is a slight chance one person will someday see it.
I hate it, but then again I never learned how to properly paint people.
Non-the-less, that was my therapy for the day.
Depression gone? Not really.
But it was a lot more helpful than writing stupid shit.
No, you won't ever see my painting.
I haven't even shown my parents and I probably won't.
It's a me thing.
Although there is a slight chance one person will someday see it.