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It was really weird. It was for a boy named Clyde who drowned in the lake near where i live. I knew him. It went a little something like this: We pulled into a spot across from the funeral home. A long line of various people stretched out across the walkway into the building. I exited the car, slowly, silently. I took a deep breath. It was hard to breathe; it was as if there was a weight on my chest that pushed on my lungs. As if was underwater. I stepped quietly towards the home with my family, muscles reluctant to move towards my fate. We got on line silently. We inched forward as people left. Some were smiling, while others still had puff

While, you may not think it looking at the amount of art i made, i actually love to draw and create art. I just never did because i have to use a mouse pad and MS Paint. I don't even have a scanner. UNTIL TODAY. Thanks to my wonderful mother, i now have a drawing tablet! I plan on uploading much more frequently, once i get the hang of it. I'm so excited! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

these last few days have felt like a dream. like the barrier between reality any myself broke. Like the world around me will tear like the pages of a book. Like the floor and walls will fall away and leave me floating in space. Time seems to skip. one minute i'm in my first class of the day, and the next the day is half over. my sleep is motionless. my dreams seem to be more real than when i am awake. my food is tasteless, my body is numb. everything is numb... i can not focus anymore. i feel like i am in a loop . like the world will stay as it is until the end of time. Everything is hazy, everything is a dream.