Ok this was some vent art and it helped me immensely, I thought it would be better to channel my anger through my art then on someone else. There is so much going on that has given me the Christmas blues and though I have kept it hidden from everyone I am really hurting. See I lost my job a little over a month ago due to an injury that wasn't my fault, it was the factories and they refused to pay me after having a small battle to get my money. Now I have no way to buy Christmas for my family and I know that's not what it's all about, but I love giving and seeing the joy on their little faces. Christmas is my favorite holiday ever since I was a child and it was a way...an extension to show my love and be able to put a bow on it. Right now I am struggling and a storm is whirling on inside me from sad to enraged.
I don't ask for pity or heartache from others I just wanted to get this all off of my chest because it's building up and when it gets to be too much I break under pressure and well lets just say the inner beast takes over.
TIMER IS A LIAR: I ate supper and ran around the house doing other stuff, really only spent a hour on this.
Comments and crits are welcomed!
I listened to this song the whole time and it is really my theme song right now, plus it fits my user name. If you haven't ever heard it you should...David Guetta, She Wolf
I love this Cherokee Legend as it explains a lot how I feel:
An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice, "Let me tell you a story.
I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.
But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times." He continued, "It is as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him, and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.
But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger,for his anger will change nothing.
Sometimes, it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."
The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?"
The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, "The one I feed."














