Date: 2010-11-02 02:08 pm (UTC)
Blank canvases leaned against the walls, silent and empty, as if they were staring at me and laughing at my inability to produce any worthwhile art.

"Fuck you," I spat without thinking. I immediately felt bad afterwards, as if I had just yelled at one of my unborn children.
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