on the bathroom floor

It's funny how the thing I appreciate the least is the thing I am doing, and at the same time, something I love the most.

I love watching shows and productions, I love watching So You Think You Can Dance and my whole soul would be sucked dry without music no doubt. But my parents had to drag me to museums and I couldn't appreciate much of anything I saw there while they were busy being mesmerized.

I'd rather go for a concert or show than an exhibition any day and I'd boldly admit it.

But I'm trying to open my eyes wider now. Why shouldn't you appreciate the thing you do?

The pressure's always there...the brush feels slightly foreign after the holidays.

But it's okay I guess. So that life wouldn't be mush. And we could prove that we're not slack like so many people think.