Tired and Weary?

Those are two of the same I do believe. I am so fucking exhausted now that I have gotten up to write something.

I have pictured an idea for a first of a gallery I would like to make. That is right ladies and gentlemen, I want to truly be a fucking artist. All I can do correctly is show my feelings through my odd creations and I wish to breath life into these and become known for them. I will make this happen. It is called magical thinking.

I want to get some oil pastels and a wide variety of color pencils, art pencils of different blacks, good sharpeners, powerful erasers, a large easel and have a dream come true. This is what it would be for me to be able to eventually profit from this. A dream. A true dream and goal.

A have made past mistakes of ignoring my flaws, leaving me to believe I could do something I could not, least without years and years of studying(medicine). Now I know this is something near to me, just how to get your things out there. How to get people to notice you. I need a solid job and career to pay for my dream, which I will do. Something office wise to keep me decently paid. I will do this. I must, it is all I can do.

Love you all
Me