Came back to my parentâs house two days ago. Seems like they donât act right. To be more specific about it they are in a complete denial of whatever I say. To give an exemple : I woke up thinking « weâre on Sunday » then we had an argument with my father because he said we were on Saturday. That I was totally wrong, as usual according to his opinion. It was not true, obviously we were on Sunday.
Later, I went through my previous artworks of when I was a student in art school. Most of them have been replaced in a specific order. The most alarming was a subject I drew, and the comment of the teacher was ripped off, behind the paper I recognized the handwriting of my mother, as if she wanted to aDd A liTtLe SoMeThInG SomEtHiNg to my very own private work.
