When you die in a dream...?
This is Tabatha. Some of you know her, some of you don't. It's perfectly fine if you don't, and I'd rather not explain, especially since I feel like I already pretty much tainted her memory this year by dedicating an illustration project to her. All of the requirements made me warp who she was, rather than being true to her. FINALLY, I feel more like I've given her a tribute rather than fuckin' her up.
I feel weird when people say she's a character I made.
Because I don't feel I made her, nor did she ever really feel like a character.
And she hasn't been back since.
I remember the day clearly, even though it happened in 9th grade.
I haven't drawn her in YEARS and that's because she's not really mine to share I don't think.
But yet she's close to my heart.
Touchy subject is touchy.