As you may have already guessed, it was my birthday (on the 23rd), and I still can't believe how I still have not actually done anything with my life. All I have ever done is study. For 22 years, study hard. To please others.All I want to do is to paint and to write and to create.
Now, as every day passes by, I can't help but feel as such a worthless uncertainty.
I don't know anymore.
