that the answer would be “she was the right girl, but it was just bad timing”
Yeah, I suppose.
But at the end of the day, I’ve only myself to rely on.
If I’m hard on myself, I am my motivation.
Living my life for me, succeeding and prospering on my own.
Support is nice, but true friends are few and far between. I’ve come to accept this and am here fighting, struggling, and progressing on my own two feet.
Grind on my friends, and do it for you.
Snopcalypses has had me snowed in for 3 days now, so I took the opportunity to try something new. Did a dot stencil portrait of my nephew…
I did a lot of self reflection and got pretty down, so to get my mind off things I tried to focus on something that always brings me up.
This little guy has changed my life in so many ways and watching him grow makes me feel old.
In any case, enjoy my so called art friends :)
Up late, listening to my lovely dog snore, listening to music, and listening to my thoughts.
I’ve always felt I’ve been my own biggest critic - but I am able to justify how and why I need to better myself on a daily basis.
No bad days. You decide what to make of the situations you’re put it.