I went skating and stopped by the pride parade back in July. It was really amazing, but I couldn't be part of it. I didn't have anyone at my side to be with and just watched. Once I got home I laid on the floor, trying to figure out why I didn't bother to try anything. If I even was anything that could be defined. If I could be as proud and happy as the people I saw in the parade. That really wasn't a good day.

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I'm uploading a couple of sketches and artwork I believe are worth putting here. Because I haven't paid enough attention on my galleries.