Somehow, the painting soothed him. It verified his fears. But it also informed him that fear was wonderful.
I really don't know how to be anyone else, and whenever I try to be anyone else, I fail miserably. Or I disappoint myself. It doesn't build my self-esteem, and it doesn't help me grow me at all.
It's nice to have a crush on someone. It feels like you're alive, you know?