Dear friend,
I'm finally feeling better. These past few weeks have been rough, but holy shit I'm feeling better. All I'm waiting for is Kyle to visit. Tweek and I have been attending this painting class with each other. I'm working on a painting of Kyle. I'll have to take a picture of it with my Polaroid shortly or in another entry when I can get tape. Hell, Tweek is working on a picture of Craig but there's a shit ton of coffee stains on it, It's actually really cute.
Yesterday Ruth Ann insisted I continue working with my painting class and taking pictures.
Tomorrow I'm going to attend this one activity where we learn to dance. I'm not the best but I'll see.
I can finally breathe.
With love,
Stan Marsh
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Dear Stan Marsh
FanficArt by: Burquillos (via tumblr) Edited to become cover by me. Stan Marsh is 19 years old and suffering from depression and self-harm. He has been for a few years now, and it's become too much. Thanks to those around him, he's on the road to recovery...
