I've been doing a lot of thinking. And I've come to a decision. I will continue with making genius out of clay with my beautiful hands.
A certain someone made me realize that my hands, god's gifts to man, should be used and so I shall be going back to creating brilliant art with those hands.
I still have a lot of pain. I mean, my father is still a sleazy douchebag and my mother still emotionally blackmails me by threatening to take her own life. But I will put all that pain in my work
I suppose I should finally talk to my friends. They will love me again now that I have my