Jun 5, 2018
Sometimes, I’m scared to post what I write. It’s my art, my art reflects my feelings, and I’m sensitive about my shit. 🤷🏽♀️ It’s the knowingness, someone NEEDS to hear what I have to say... makes me work past my fears. Its my stories but it’s not about me. [Image description: 2 booths offering unpleasant truths and comforting lies. The line for comforting lies is full. The line for unpleasant truths is empty. Unpleasant truths guy seems sad. Comforting lies seem not to notice]