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What the fuck do you do
when you wake up one morning
after 20 years
and realize you hate the person next to you?
So much time invested,
So much shit accumulated,
So much stuff,
So many things!
All my life all I ever had to be was an artist!
It's still all I want and all I'll ever want to be!
I hate it here
I always have
I married and did not want to
I had a child and did not want to
I moved to this place and did not want to!
Why was I so fuckin blind? So controlled and so fucking blind!
I need a huge space to house all of my stuff!
My press, my kiln, my crosses on the wall, my paintings, my sculptures,
Really that is all. My Art! My supplies, I need a place for them among some peace and quiet.
I just want someone to want and love me as my child does.
