There is this painting that haunts me a little in my studio. A friend of mine really wanted it but she died before we could come up with terms of how much or an even art swoop. Now when I see it I think of her. The odd thing is if I go through most of the 1000+ pieces I have made I get that from a few people I knew. It feels heavy. ....just heavy as fuck. In that moment I thought about homework as a focal point to pull me out of all of it.
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I'm more of a pruder as most of my friend's know. So all though I experience fun all the time the strong memories are awful most of the time but I remember the day that stop being my road my mind traverses.
Alec and I had just started dating. We were working for the same co-op and there was this huge staff meeting we were sitting in and they talked about Thanksgiving. I have mostly hated Thanksgiving most of my life. My Grandma grew up on a reservation and so I didn't hear that the Pilgrims were good people as a kid. Plus to be honest I didn't enjoy eating really. A lot of my meals in my early twenties were day old vegetables and booze. As one could expect I was not the healthiest. Alec tells me now I was a little "grey". So....in this meeting I made a joke about killing my self over the holiday blizzard and she has spent everyday with me since. I ate dinner with her family who are now my family. I never felt so at peace as I do when I think of them. They are not perfect and they are still yet the most amazing people I know. They are kind and funny and loving. Alec saved my life by just not letting me keep being a very sad me. We are not perfect but honestly I love her as she is and she loves me as I am and that is my big I'm thankful moment.