Blue and yellow

So this is it.

The hometown welcoming wore out fast. The other day I heard Mom saying bad things about me to my sister on the phone. I don’t think she knew I was home. I know she feels mean lately because of the unrelenting physical pain she’s in. Still hurt. I guess I see her point though. I wonder if I’ve ever been truly independent.

Some kid named Ashley was chirping me a couple days ago! “Youuu, who ARE youu?” In this weird creepy voice. It was a strange thing. I can’t get it out of my head since. If I’d tried to answer her, I don’t even know what I’d say.

Today is a trial shift at the 4cats studio. It’s neat there… They teach art to kids. Seems like an oxymoron now that I think of it. Kids need no help with art. Maybe they should have one for adults. Part of me hopes I get it (cool experience, non?). The other part is afraid, mostly of messing up. And there are other plans in the future. I don’t know.

Have to go put my hair up.

Much love always

– A

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