Never Like A Dead Fish

Its a long day. I did a lot of stuff and ending the day without accomplishing any of my plates anyway its alright i still have a few days before the deadline. I remembered about my Still Life Painting class the other day and the professor was happy to inform me of my improvement. I know im improving but i also know that im not there yet. But someday i will and that day wouldnt be that far from now

Im a little upset right now tortured by my own flashbacks and memories that are supposed to be burried a long time ago.

The pressure kept on rising each day and it seemed like it will neevr end I've ot so many thoughts in my head i guess i am too hungry for a good conversation for Ive been acting so much like a workaholic this semester.

I ranked First in class in one of my subjects not because im smart but i guess its all because of all the hardwork i poured on it and my eye bags can justify that. I dont fix myself anymore and i guess my face is quite far now from the picture i have in my profile that picture was taken a summer before college and now my face shows all the stress im going through (laughs) But I odnt really mind. In fact i havent had a haircut and my press powder can no longer hide how exhausted i am but Im having fun at the same time.

I love what i do although being an artist is really full of obstacles, and it really takes time before one's skills can be honed Imnot as good as my classmates but i guess that shouldnt bring me down. Im never gonna be like a dead fish. I wont swim with the current sometimes swimming against it adds spice to life.

Swimming against the current in a positive way i mean.

Like being an artist probably its one of the best things i love about my life, aside from being a nn conformist following my own taste and style , i have control on colors and deisgn fashion, product design and the like.

I just hope that allthis hardwork would take me somewhere but even if it wont I wouldnt regret being optimictic about it.