

Recently, I've started to notice the emptiness inside me. I understand that ordinary classes no longer bring joy. That bad habits no longer calm my mind. Too many people, too many opinions and too little understanding. I don't want everyone to understand me, but I would like my loved ones to accept me for who I am. Sometimes I think about who I am. It's hard for me to answer, because my answer was always the same. I'm an artist. But now I understand that I'm more than an artist. Although it is difficult to describe in words who I think I am, I still love myself! And you love yourself ❤️