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abbyvonnormalIt's been a while, a long while, since I've posted anything. I just realized today that all of my journal entries have been locked, so I've only unlocked a few for the public. Eh, whatever. Anyway, I want to get back into coloring my serial killer books, so I'm gonna do that, and I've finally got my muse back to do some art stuffs, so I'll be posting those too. Which, by the way, I should just make individual posts of the art I've done already, which I'll do after I make my newest art, which I'll be working on here soon.
In other news, I've had a falling out with my former bff, we were friends for eight years. We met through fandom, we met in real life quite a few times, we went to a Supernatural convention together, she drove from Florida to Virginia the week my mom died. I'm not trying to gain the sympathy card, she deserves her side of the story too. But what I thought was a moral issue, she thought it was enough to end our friendship over, after everything we'd been through. The more I talk about it, the more I feel like I move on, which is why I feel the need to bring it up. It's been, I don't even know, two months, a month? Some days it feels longer, some days it feels like it happened yesterday. I do miss her, a part of me always will. I've moved on the best way I know how. I try to avoid looking her up on social media, seeing as I don't have a Facebook (she does), and she's blocked me on Tumblr (which I don't care about), and both of us don't post on Instagram a lot, which I blocked her from anyway. Anyway. It is hard to say good-bye, considering the way she slammed the door, but I do wish her well, and will always have the memories we created. You will always be a part of me, Sarrah.
x Em
In other news, I've had a falling out with my former bff, we were friends for eight years. We met through fandom, we met in real life quite a few times, we went to a Supernatural convention together, she drove from Florida to Virginia the week my mom died. I'm not trying to gain the sympathy card, she deserves her side of the story too. But what I thought was a moral issue, she thought it was enough to end our friendship over, after everything we'd been through. The more I talk about it, the more I feel like I move on, which is why I feel the need to bring it up. It's been, I don't even know, two months, a month? Some days it feels longer, some days it feels like it happened yesterday. I do miss her, a part of me always will. I've moved on the best way I know how. I try to avoid looking her up on social media, seeing as I don't have a Facebook (she does), and she's blocked me on Tumblr (which I don't care about), and both of us don't post on Instagram a lot, which I blocked her from anyway. Anyway. It is hard to say good-bye, considering the way she slammed the door, but I do wish her well, and will always have the memories we created. You will always be a part of me, Sarrah.
x Em
