Because at the end of the day all I have is my art. That's all I'm counting on. I'm beyond disappointment at this point. I'm beyond worry, fatigue, and stress. I'm beyond people's thoughts, their opinions, their business. I'm beyond Renata's death. I'm beyond crying, suffering, and hating.

I am so numb and I don't even know if I can call it being unhappy. "Scarred" might be more appropriate.

The only good thing I've achieved from my suffering is knowing that I can do anything.

I don't need anyone's permission.