Sigh...

I'm suppose to be good from now on

No parties

No going out

No hanging out

No taking photos

No secrets

No drugs

No staying up late

No showy clothes

No texting

No Facebook

No Santa Cruz

No friends....

That one hurts the most.

But I have to be respectful...

I need a roof over my head...

:-(

I don't know what I'm going to do

I feel like I'm under house arrest

like I'm fifteen again living with my dad

locked away...

I suppose the art that this is gonna harvest will be plentiful

I'm just tried of being sad all the time from this

once this mural is done...

the possibilities are endless