I paint...because I'm sad. Or, I paint because...I'm enraged. I paint because I'm frustrated, or because I ache, or because I'm excited, or scared, or insecure, or happy, or confused, or doubled over with grief. I paint because I feel, and I feel so intensely that it fucking overwhelms me.
(And by paint, I mean creating art in general. I just happened to be painting at the time I wrote this.)