I'm trying not to hate art.

I love art. I really do. It keeps me sane. And I'm good at it. (Haha, humility seems to have left my side at the moment)

But. It's starting to get to me. I do something - paint, draw, make - when I Feel like it. If art is forced down my throat, I'm just going to hurl it back out.

I really hope it doesn't come to that. That would be such a pity.