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TABITHA! i drew that picture we planned out:
i'm not sure if it's exactly what we had in mind. but it turned out pretty interesting.
(pen. ink. Nanner's awesome fancy markers.)
i never finished this. it needs more detail.
and the empty space to the right needs to be written on.
i was going to give it to somebody once.
(fancy pencils)
the idea for the guy in it started as this picture:
this one is comsiderably (meaning WAY) smaller. i drew it way back in alternative school.
i actually think i like this one better.
(regular old mechanical pencil)
something else i drew in Alternative School:
or at least parts of it...
i was pretty bored in there.
i mean really bored.
i like that eye a lot.
yeah, i don't know what's up with my hook obsession.
it's probably symbolic or something. ha.
so i'm dying my hair today.
when my mom gets home.
i was going to last night. but i fell asleep.
i woke up at like nine. Brad called around midnight.
i love Brad so much. he's a really good friend.
i got off the phone with him around one.
then i read in Invisible Monsters until like three-something.
decided sleep may actually be important. turned off the lights and layed down.
Jason calls. first time in... okay well two days is a long time to not talk to him.
i wonder what goes through his head. what does he think of me now?
he told me i should call him today. i won't.
lose him? i'm losing everything. why not my support also?
why not my Warm Place? bye-bye Jason.
i think letting him go might be more self destructive than cutting.
i could still have a good friendship with him.
he will be here for me whenever i need him.
and i'm throwing that away with apathy towards it.
i should be heartbroken. i should cry for him. miss him.
instead i'm just... just existing.
kill me, and i won't feel any different.
passing phase. immaturity. overreaction.
i sure hope so.