I remember the feeling the most, Kinda of empty. Focusing on my breathing and the music playing on the backdeck. These were some of my most lonely days, my friends were all gone, just like that. I no longer went to school witht them...I stayed at home where my mom did the best she could to teach us. That feeling of loneliness, I still feel sometimes....my mind will wander and say things I don't want it.
My art and my vague memory of being on the swings to calm myself and forget about the things around me.
