I'm eight-teen years old and I've been recently trying to adapt my own mind to my skills, capabillities, my own limits... Always of course with the help of a little voice called ''inner budist''.
There's to sides of myself... yo know, like .... My personallity, with my preferences and weaknesses...
But then, in a moment of saturation... The voice , than voice that makes me ''restart'' my mind comes out, it teaches me how to keep going on my life.

Nevertheless, there's inside of me a huge desire of just staying in my Art...
It makes me so happy to have a place where to rest, where I'm finnally save and no one can see me unless I want to.

To express myself with art... to breath, like... this way.... is just all I need in this life.


Thanks to people who understand...
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