Well, my 2nd sketchbook was stolen on May 26th 2004.
I was letting my friends draw in the back of it so I could have something to remember them by (I'm graduating on the 2nd of June) and one of my friends left it someplace and someone took it. I'm angry at my friend, but she was so upset about it already and I didn't want her to feel the piercing sadness that I do, so I told her not to worry about it even though it's tearing me up inside.
I don't know how much heart I'll have to touch pencil to paper now-a-days, so I probably won't post here too much.
(not that anyone's gonna miss me or anything)
That book meant so much to me! I poured