I just got in an art program in my school. It's one of the hardest things to get in with 150 kids entering and only 25 kids get in. I was one of the 25. So I'm the new Leonardo De Vinci.
I've haven't been happy in a long time and this made me feel like I was never depressed. For a week I was freaking out that I wasn't good and that I should give up. But nope.
Now about my meds. I started anti-depressant two days ago so the effects haven't kided in. But I feel better now. Yes I'm still sad but that can't be fixed with meds.
And about my stories. I have a shit ton of plans but here's a sneak peek on short I'm working on.
"It's needs to be deeper" Bee yelled at her twin.
"No one cares, everyone's fucking crazy" Gill yelled back, he didn't see the point in making the grave bigger, no one would care if they found a shallow grave.
"No crazy person digs a grave for someone, smart ass" bee had a point but Gill didn't care, he mostly didn't want to be in the rain digging a grave for the guy who killed himself for a pun.
As the twins were arguing over the grave, drew was still in shock. He couldn't believe that Dean was gone. Yes he was an asshole but he still was a person and he didn't deserve to die.
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