Dear... Me
I never knew I could be just like the young adults, whose dreams and passions they have slowly forgotten. I thought I had it figured out. How to balance life. How to manage myself between doing art, making poems and stories and my college life.
I had stopped drawing. In fact, I find it complicated to do again.
I had stopped writing poems and stories.
My passion. I am an empty vessel. Convincing myself that taking this course will pay-off. Enduring this will be pay-off. Well, in a way it will.