I love to paint. I couldn't paint to save my life last year, but I've improved in leaps and bounds! I've been painting a lot this summer and loving it. I used to not be able to do anything abstract, but now almost all of my paintings are abstract. It's such an explosion of emotion on canvas, even if no one else likes or understands it.

My parents don't understand painting for me. They banned me from painting in my room (Now how can I paint when midnight insomnia gives me inspiration?), took my paints and paintbrushes and confiscated them. I'm only allowed to paint in this stuffy dead bug ridden room. Oh well. I will persevere!