It's been a long time ago when those moments seemed to matter. How ironic that I do not post art anymore when I have improve so much. It does not seem important to show other people my work anymore, because I love art as my personal time that should remain personal. Do no expect many updates.

Here is what she expects me to say. "I miss you. I'm so lonely. I cannot accomplish my goals. I have no friends and feel as if I do not belong. College is not the best time of my life like I was hoping. My job sucks. I have not lost weight. The trials I went through this summer made me weak, because I dwell on the memories of watching someone I love die yet again. I do not socialize and I feel like I am going nowhere in every aspect of my life. I am not smart enough to be successful at a top ranked college. My professors hate my writing style and you were right about my lack of talent. I'm not in love and never will. I'm a crude person who hates and judges. You were right about every single negative thing you marked me with."

If I did tell her that then it would be such an extreme lie that I would be sent to the deepest layer of hell. We used to be companions in Plato's cave and were ignorant like the prisoners. We were attatched at the chains and it was like if I had to break my wrist to try to drag out when you were so determined to make me stay. So a simple "Fuck you!" was the key I chose to let go of your changes and get out of Plato's chains. Prisoners' eyes always sting from sunlight, but they overcome that. I came over more than you. I'm not Plato's or your prisoner anymore. We're more than you will ever know, because you are still in the cave.