Starving artist

 I am…who am I, I am the starving artist some say I guess that name fits… I have been doing art for half of my life I’m 16 years old 8 years I have been doing art that’s not so bad is it. Well I could see how much time I spent I just need the money, to live up to my dream, I can go on about my past but I would be here for hours but I would not want to make the writer go crazy, it was I guess my time to get out when I saw the bright thing I don’t know some things maybe that’s why I couldn’t know half of what to say to people that try and talk to me where to go was a problem to in this place or town I have no idea where was I no way to know, where I could go not a thought in my mind where the only place I can go was my art, my home where I would always go home a place where all my mind would be rotting until I’m dead is what my mom says.