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(all names not of my own are edited)

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Something I wrote in class on September 9, 2024

    Setting my soul on fire, maybe then the spark will come back. I'm getting sick of my art. There's almost no color or finished drawings in my sketchbook. I'm sick of it. I NEED to do something I NEED to spill it onto something, but every time I do it always looks lackluster. No matter what I do it just looks bad or I lose interest in it. I can't write, I can't draw, I just can't make good things anymore. I want my blood to become pure like my art used to be. What am I doing wrong? You know what? I think I know what I am missing. I'm missing connection, I don't connect with my art like I used to. I need to fix that. Maybe I should go to art school. Oh, but that wouldn't be a noble job. Not a job that can exactly pay the bills, but I can't live without art. I can't live without spending every second of my life creating.

    I must create. I MUST. I can't get a noble job, because I wouldn't thrive being a doctor, or biologist, or lawyer, or whatever else my parents want me to do. But I honestly have no choice if I want to be able to eat food. BUT I can't let my only natural talent go to waste. Oh god what do I do. I want to connect with my will as a living being, but in this society I just can't. I would love to remove myself from it or even fight against it, but my darling has their dreams too. Big dreams, Bigger than mine. I can't abandon them for my own desires, there must be a middle ground. Please God listen to me, give me the strength and ingenuity to find that middle ground. I won't be able to function as the person Dani loves without art, but neither will they be able to do the same.

    Help me connect with you and your children so that I can be guided to the path that gives me and Dani our lives worth living. If you think I'm not deserving of it, then at least let Dani live their dreams. Let them feel what they deserve to feel, which nothing but love and security. Believe me I would get a noble job, but I can't live without creating. Don't give me something, just guide me. Guide me so that I can learn. So that I can grow. So that I won't fail next time. Please I'm just begging. I'm begging for a life in which me and Dani can do nothing but create. That's all I beg for.

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Silly Snail

    Sometimes I feel like a snail. Slow, small, smiley, sensitive. I hide into my shell whenever I feel like everything is crashing down onto me. I know that my shell won't protect me, just isolate me. Yet I still refuse to move, and I just let the weight of my life crush me with no fight. But, sometimes, I can't I won't. Maybe it's the natural need for survival, but I've been noticing that now I don't shrink and hide anymore. I fight, I scratch, I kick, I bite. I find myself clawing at anyone who slightly threatens me. I know I have problems, and I know this one needs to be fixed too, but I like it too. Makes me feel safe knowing that this time I'll be safe. Last time I lashed out at someone, sure it was bad, but I noticed that people treated me nicely after. That makes me feel safe. No one will try to hurt me if they know I've hurt others. I used to be like a snail, but I'm evolving now. If I use it right then I'll never be hurt again.

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    Sometimes I worry that I'm crazy. Sometimes I swear god is telling me to do something about all of this. The homeless and housing problems, the political tensions. I swear, it's not them telling me directly. But I can feel it in my body, I feel it in the vibrations that others give off. I feel it in the earth. I must do something, but what? And I don't want to stress Dani. I know I can't have my cake and eat it too. So I choose to have my cake. I want to help others and I will, just not to the degree I wish to do so. Besides, my dreams have always been silly. Not saying I'm giving them up completely, I'm just toning them down.