The audience boos. Who do you think you are? Get off the stage.
This is being an artist in my head, painting is torturous, they think I know something but on the inside, I'm feeling just as clueless. Can't get it right. Paint over and over. Perfectionist, but nothing is ever perfect. Ever.
Battered raw by the blending last night. over and over I tried. The palm sucks, retarded. What was I thinking? Start over. No time.
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