Just some thoughts.

I'm actually going to begin write things besides assignments in here. I know. Gasp, right?

Today is a perfectly normal day. It's been rainy lately. I fought the traffic to get to PFA, got incredibly annoyed with every driver in the road besides myself, and even stopped for some caffine on the way. Being rainy out, there's no light in the art room, which makes it incredibly hard to do projects, sometimes. The room was cold, as always. I had a crappy lunch. I talked, I laughed, as always. It's weird to think that today marks three years since my life changed totally and completely, and--as much as I wish it could be in some ways--will never be the same, ever, ever again. Today, three years ago, was anything but normal. It was almost surreal, like I wasn't actually living it... I was standing outside myself, watching from a distance. And now, three years later, I feel as if it was all a dream. Of course, with two vital people missing from my life and no other explanation, it was most definitely not a dream. As much as I wish it was a dream, part of me can accept that it wasn't, and be thankful. As much as it hurt, I took a lot out of the tragedy I was forced to face. I've used it to tap inside myself and find the artist in me. My focus is fashion, yes, but contrary to popular belief, fashion is more than just the clothes you wear. I love putting a little piece of me into everything I create. I enjoy telling my story through my creations, whether it be a top I made, or a self portrait I draw. I can honestly say that I am glad that I'm where I'm at, and that I can reflect upon it and realize that it did teach me something, and my suffering wasn't in vain.

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