School is Killing my Artistic Self

Uhgg, I find myself so inwrapped with high school that I haven’t gotten time to enjoy my life. I feel so tangled and burnt out from everyone and everything. Like for the last time E, I don’t care about your relationship, I don’t like your girlfriend because I’m GAY. Like oml chill out. Additionally, finals for math is coming up, and my mind is always elsewhere thinking about the essay my English teacher assigned. I get it’s supposed to help our comprehension on understanding and breaking down each and individual aspects of the story, but all I want to do to draw and paint. Oh to finish my painting of the sea, I would give my heart to finish it. Art really is beautiful, I don’t see how anyone could not like it. Perhaps art is love, well at least my love. My ma is always there too, to remind me of the work I have to finish when I choose to draw instead. I understand her motives for this though, so can’t blame anything on her. Maybe during winter break I could pick up my hobbies again, until then, I’ll be sulking studying and writing.