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I am a Painter
rapowneak
18/Female/United States
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Last Visit: 96 weeks ago
Courtney
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wow...things have definitely changed since my last entry... haha...
i got engaged...yep...at 18 i was on my way to becoming a housewife... a pathetic excuse for existence if you ask me...
then i found out i couldn't have kids...one of the many blessings that God has chosen to rain down on me...*gee thanks*
then we broke it off...a week before i started college... *does anyone know how hard it is to find a roommate the week before?*
so i'm at the University of Central Arkansas in Conway. Pre-medicine major... dermatology...
i have to find a way to put my artwork on here...but how the hell do you scan a 4 foot tall canvas?
i did a portrait of my nephew for my sister's birthday...how sweet...
i'm into pastels right now...acrylics just smell up the whole dorm...
i'll try soon...
until then
how long ago it seems
that life faded into black.
yet the hate and cold
still hits me with such force
that i find myself gasping for air
clutching the floor.
trying to keep myself alive
is not as simple as getting on your knees.
knife in hand
i slice back a little more misery
letting the pain and torment
ooze from my body
and flood into your eyes.
those frigid things
that for years i was lost in.
what more is there to say than
my words are fading
and my hands are shaking
thank you for the poison...
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