Progress report:

Well, recently I have been painting a lot. As a child, I used to love anything related to art. I would draw for hours and be the happiest kid in the world. But ever since middle school began, I lost the happiness I found in drawing. Perhaps, I became too obsessed with pleasing everyone around me: my teachers, my peers, and my family. Although, I did find solace in chemistry and physics, I felt empty.
I felt full of emptiness. That's a paradoxical phrase, but it's true. Praise began to lose it's impact on me. Because every compliment people give me is a lie. I know they are just saying that to be nice. I know what they really think about me. They all believe I am a failure. So their compliments hurt me.
So, now I am painting. I don't know what I feel now. But, I am searching for that innocent joy I felt a long time ago.