Out of all the people that I knew in high school that were art kids with me, none of them still do art.
There was one person, I remember very vividly, who inspired me to get into art and creating. His name will not be mentioned, but I spent a lot of time with him and following his friends around. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had a crush on him. I thought that if I could make more artwork, get better at making art work, he would notice and love me. Not only that, but I wanted to help him out of his situations that he would tell me. It was a passing thought, though. Shortly after my second attempt of suicide, he didn't want to be around me. Understandable. I wasn't in my best mind at the time. I met B (my now partner) months later, next semester. Then that original person became an acquittance, then to a passerby.
When I think of him now, the events that transpired afterward, how I know of him now as an adult, I think I made the better choice of staying with B lol.
The rest of the art kids I was with... they all went to college before me... then shortly quit... never heard from them again...it's already a hazy time to remember...but I still felt like my work was enjoyed in a more organic and whole way than what I get through the internet some days.... I think back to this meme a lot when thinking about my high school art cohort
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There are a lot of things I miss about being into making art during high school. It was the idea that I wasn't going to be alone with "like-minded people" working on projects and progressing careers.
It was called hope. A hope for something different from what I was experiencing at the time, oh to be young and angsty!
Yet, it wasn't hoping for me. I wanted everyone around me to succeed. When I was younger, I felt like I didn't deserve what lay ahead of me. Now crossing over the line from adolescence into young adulthood, I think so much differently.

Where are they now?
Well, some are thankfully still alive, some I see around, some I haven't seen, all together I'm sure they're fine, and that's all I could ever ask despite my gripes.
Where am I now?
I'm still creating, I'm still working, I'm still loving, I'm still living.

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