I could spend this entry explaining how ive found love on the other side of the world and how it makes me happier than ive been in a long time possibly ever and although I which to,write such a journal entry I think I must dedicate this one to someone else, because without them I wouldnt have dived as deeply into art and may not have met Ruby at all..
A year ago yesterday, on june 13th, I found out a friend committed suicide over the weekend by hanging herself. Her name was Kendra and her birthday was 2 weeks away. We werent very close ever really although her family used to joke that one day we would get married but we were only in our early teens if that so we ignored such foolish thoughts.
Over the years we grew apart if it can be said we were close enough to do so. Kendra was always an artistic person, she was a great illustrator, some place (hopefully) I have a picture of me that she drew when we were 10ish. Its hard to believe a decade later she would be gone. Death doesnt usually affect me, when a person dies they are gone, there is no heaven, no afterlife to me so she is gone forever to me. Her death inspired me to work more on my art because the world had lost a great artist when we lost her.
Because of KR I use deviantArt and because of deviantArt I have found love and happiness.
I cant think of a way to end this so...