I'm working on a painting that I've been snooping around with. Since my parents seem to stop me from doing what I love - singing, composing songs (with my piano), acting, drawing and painting, I have to hide everything from them. It's not in my nature to be secretive, but if I'm going to make more paintings, then I have to do it without them knowing. If I want a life, I have to hide it. Sooo, I wrote my college essay. Dad corrected it. Dad doesn't call himself dad anymore - but rather "Jerry" to me. God! I know I'm an adult now, but calling himself Jerry to me is just like saying "I am/will not (be) apart of your life." It's the little things that get to me most.

grrrr. Stupid divorce katundu.
Kelley