thesearchingastronaut:

Yesterday me and my mom had a serious conversation about changing majors in university. She was supporting me when I told her I was thinking about giving up and studying something that isn’t as personal to me as my art is. Today I changed my mind and decided to fight for my dream. 

Negative memories are always heavier than positive ones. I barely remember when people say positive things about me and my art, even thoght it happens a lot. 
Sometimes you don’t remember the good moments… but even the bad memories can push you to become more confident again. 

I am an Artist. I do what I love. And even tho it’s so fucking scary to me, I just don’t want to give up what I dreamed for my whole life. Just because some stupid boy made fun of me in 8th grade.

Please don’t judge me if I wrote something wrong. I am not a native english speaker and I am trying my best haha.