“Art is useless.”

Three words that tore my heart apart, opening my wounds despite the stitches I’d sewed meticulously to hold it all together.

I don’t watch as much TV as I used to.

I spend a lot of time reading books instead.

4 more hours

I can wait another 4 hours.

My moods are battling it out inside my mind.

I’m trying to get back to my detached way of doing things, so I can effectively and efficiently study for my final.