I've finally found my wording... I've just been so shell-shocked for the past week! And who wouldn't be?
Death is the kind of thing that pulls your turtle-neck down so that it reveals veins. Makes you deal with the pain that you so easily avoid. I know I knew that someone I was close to would someday pass away. I just didn't expect it to be at this point in my life.
My aunt, I was very close to her. We were more like good friends that occasionally have great, mountain-crumbling conversations, than Aunt-Niece. She was a very important person in my life -- And I love, love, love her kids.
She did a lot of extravagant things in her life -- Things to admire. Like graduating West Point Academy, studying law, making beautiful/intelligent blond children...
It was devastating for me, for everyone that knew her.
Anyway, that's basically why I haven't been writing, or have been acting weird. Or acting not at all. I've never experienced anything like this, and it's truly heart-wrenching. I don't mean to make you cry, you've probably stopped reading. But you have to know what I'm going through, if you know me at all.
On different note, my car is finally being fixed -- in the shop two days ago.
Also, ASofterWorld.com is disappointing me these days... I feel I have to jump back into my illustrations very soon. Not just to cure boredom -- I feel content with doing nothing sometimes. I just looked at my sketchbook, and most of the pages are blank. Even the pages with stuff on them, they just have pencil sketchings. And eraser burns. It's sad, really, but you'll see -- Oh, you will see.
Death is the kind of thing that pulls your turtle-neck down so that it reveals veins. Makes you deal with the pain that you so easily avoid. I know I knew that someone I was close to would someday pass away. I just didn't expect it to be at this point in my life.
My aunt, I was very close to her. We were more like good friends that occasionally have great, mountain-crumbling conversations, than Aunt-Niece. She was a very important person in my life -- And I love, love, love her kids.
She did a lot of extravagant things in her life -- Things to admire. Like graduating West Point Academy, studying law, making beautiful/intelligent blond children...
It was devastating for me, for everyone that knew her.
Anyway, that's basically why I haven't been writing, or have been acting weird. Or acting not at all. I've never experienced anything like this, and it's truly heart-wrenching. I don't mean to make you cry, you've probably stopped reading. But you have to know what I'm going through, if you know me at all.
On different note, my car is finally being fixed -- in the shop two days ago.
Also, ASofterWorld.com is disappointing me these days... I feel I have to jump back into my illustrations very soon. Not just to cure boredom -- I feel content with doing nothing sometimes. I just looked at my sketchbook, and most of the pages are blank. Even the pages with stuff on them, they just have pencil sketchings. And eraser burns. It's sad, really, but you'll see -- Oh, you will see.
