It wasn’t knitting but rather art, which I was very fond of. I mean, I’m not going to claim that I’m some sort of Rembrandt, but I can draw pretty well when I feel like it. I draw a lot because it distracts me from my depression. Usually, I make art of people I care about, such as my cousin Grace and Madelynn. I wonder what the latter would think of my drawings of her… The greatest part of drawing, in my opinion, is being able to create something out of nothing. It was one of the few classes I genuinely enjoyed in school. I had massive attention issues for every class but art; it was the one class I could actually pay attention to; it was the missing puzzle piece to my mind.
“Good morning, group, today we’re going to be delving into art!” the instructor said in an exaggerated cheery voic
