I remember one dark night in October, so long ago. I sat on my bed with tears rolling down my cheeks over the death of my twin brother. My mother came to me, sat down next to me, and then wrapped me in her arms. She wasn’t trying to hide her grief yet she still managed to talk to me without crying.
She spoke softly, “You’re sad now. We’re all sad. But life is a mystery and death is strangely inevitable. Both work in ways most will never understand. This, what happened today, is your first step in understanding them.” She paused, took a deep breath, and looked me direc
So I went through and deleted A LOT. I only kept some things up as a reminder of how I used to be. Ever read something you wrote a long time ago and couldn't believe that was you? Yeah... that happened and I would've deleted this dA if I didn't have friends on it. Not sure if I'm going to start doing things again or if it was just a random cleaning spree.
So I'm bored with nothing to do... yeah. That is all. I really wish I had my camera. Or my sketch stuff here, or SOMETHING! No books, and no doodling because I didn't even bring lined paper and a pencil. I wrote a little but I hated it so I deleted it all. *sigh* I don't even have someone to talk to.