It’s a rainy saturday and I’m spending this day at home. My boyfriend’s out with colleagues celebrating the end of the year. I felt like going out, but I don’t have anyone to go with. I still can’t completely bear the fact that people can so easily forget about you.
I have my focus on trying to do my own exhibit of my photographs. Hopefully, I will be able to do it in 2018. It will be a dream come true.
I wonder if people would come to see it.
Will my art be seen by other human beings?
In two weeks this year will be over. To be honest, nothing good happened to me this year. I lost my job and I’m struggling to find another. I can seem to trust anyone enough to be able to befriend. I haven’t made any money and I’m more broke than I’ve ever been in the past three years. I’m a year older.
I don’t have that good feeling I always do when starting a new year. I’m scared. I’m afraid that I will fail of changing things and I don’t know if I can take that.
Two weeks more and on to the next one.