I know I've been like this since I remember, but I think it's just my nature of being scared of being an artist.
I left my passion, I left almost everything. By that, I mean photography. Anyways, please, don't worry! All that "lost" time wasn't so lost as you might believe. I started my studies, I met beautiful people (My True Love) and I foung myself. Now, I decided to go back the last time (I hope so) and be who I am, be me.
"An art never comes from happiness", they say. Are they sure?
Because I am not. You can be happy.
And you can create.