So, not a lot has happened. Started school, got my heart broken a few more times, few more days of depression, but whatever, such is the life of a teenager.
Mainly, I've come here to rant about my life and how I feel it's going and where it's going. Also, I cam here because I want mature comments about it not, "You so emo, go die." Yes, they even say it like that.
Anyways, I drew and did pointalism a picture of a boy, named Alex Evans. Heard of him? If not, he is this "famous" kid from Canada and the creator of Heartbreaker clothing. Now, as strange as it sounds, I never knew him until about a month ago when I had this dream about him and knew automaticly who his was, his age, and where he was from. I dreamed about him for like four weeks, when I finished the picture.
When the dreams started and I got the idea to make an art project out of him, I got really pissed at a friend of mine. We are in graphic arts together and she was doing a job for a company, well at the time she wasn't really doing anything, so she had asked me if I had anything to read or something. I don't do this, but she was bored and I felt bad for her. I asked her she wanted to do me a favor and draw Alex's face for me. She did. I handed her the pictures and the illistration board and she left.
At the end of class she comes back and hands me the board. Our teacher told us a million and one times, do not center your work. It was along with the eyes being too small and his nose going the wrong direction. Then I ask her where my pictures are at. She tells me that she drew on them and tore them up. So, I spent forty-five minutes looking and resizing pictures for her to tear up. I started completely over.
I tryed talking to Mr. Evans too. I talk to him once, but the same girl pretty much gloats to me saying that they had a conversation about cameras and such over Devaintart. I can't really say I beleive her.
I feel like I'm fading out with my friends. No one tells me anything anymore. My best friend has been going out with guy for about 2 weeks now and I find out about it from some else. I understand that him and her wanted to keep it a secert from the band directors because they didn't want to get serated in band, but why couldn't I know? When people talk around me they talk in whispers to each other, like I don't deserve to know.
Hmmm, I just don't know what to think.
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