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Recently, I've been going through some things and have been feeling really empty inside. I have nothing else to say because I can't really find my words at all. My thoughts have been absorbed into this because I have been throwing around conversations in my head. Nah, I'm not crazy. I'm just recalling too many things and wondering if things could have been different if I had done this or that. But in the end it's the same result. There's no changing it. I rather not blame anyone in my current situation right now. I'm not talking about two or three days, more like a week and a half. I honestly say that I seem to look at things a lot differently now. But this is because of the result I got yesterday from when I went to the hospital. Ah, I did draw this while I was waiting and finally finished...sorta finished it today. I do not feel this is finished because my thoughts have not all entered this piece. I just kept inking and inking. My trip to the hospital will be remembered once again, since this is the second time, but a much more serious matter. I have only told three people about this. The first was last week, but I'm sure he has forgotten about it. I would also like to thank the second person for just being alive, which was the day before the actual appointment. And my third, he is absolutely one of the people I most truly trust, though I'm not sure he believed me when I told him today. None the less, things are okay.


But I still feel empty.






_{Pardon the quality. Traditional is always the victim of my scanner, Huber.}