I Think That Little By Little I'll

I Paint My Own Reality.

I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From Dying

Everyone's Opinions About Things Change Over Time. Nothing Is Constant. Everything Changes. And To Hold Onto Some Dogged Idea Forever Is A Little Rigid And Maybe Naive.

I Tried To Drown My Sorrows, But The Bastards Learned How To Swim, And Now I Am Overwhelmed By This Decent And Good Feeling.

I Think That Little By Little I'll Be Able To Solve My Problems And Survive.