Maybe I'll never be happy. Maybe I'll always be falling, falling.
I'm frightened and my heart is hurting. I want my life to begin but I have no idea if it ever will. I don't know what I want. I don't know anything.
I want to make things, paint things. Be creative. Unstoppable, happy, on fire.
Maybe that's my goal. A small cottage. A bit of savings. Try to live of my art and crafts and writings. Jewelry. My dreams.
A house in the forest, a dog. Far away.