To Make purposeful this Life, even in the Darkness I seek Light. In My soul, deep within I feel a great discomfort. As an artist I have a responsibility, not be selfish. To be aware and becoming aware more and more each day a great depression can take place. To turn around and face facts address the past and look at where you came from, who raised you, your traditions ect. I am so covered in junk, I feel gross, I feel, No hope-less. I cry, ready for the old me to die ten times over. I feel like quick sand is the ground beneath me. This world is black and white, day and night. ~Tuffy
