Today

I colored my dying woman. It was only crappy crayon but it made her seem more real to me. I feel some strange connection to her, as if... I don't know, as if she's some part of me. Not that some part of me is dying, but that some part of me is, well I don't actually really know. I colored her face with a peachy color because I couldn't bear to make her deathly pale. I gave her yellowed eyes and a thin light red line for a mouth. The shadows under her eyes are now purple blue and black. I don't know why I drew her, or why I colored her, she's not even that good! She's just... there. I'm watching Bee Season with my dad, it's really confusing and depressing, but it's really interesting too. It's really bizzare. It's kind of making me feel better about my own problems. Wow... this is a really... emotional movie... It's just so... I don't know. Alas, I must go.