Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Goal: to make this pain into an eternal art piece.

"The sadness will last forever." 
— The last words of Vincent van Gogh

It is exhausting living with my family. I just want the house to myself; to rest, to shower, to eat, to sleep. But they are here from the minute I wake up, to the moment I go home. And I am sick of it. My mind is a mindfield, my home is a jail, school is a funeral and the future is uncertain.  I spend my life running from one dreaded situation to the next.
Where do you suggest I go next?