Art.

Some of these are so old I don't remember when or where I painted them.

I also dont remember going through a fairy phase.

BUT HEY heres the proof.

These are my favourite old pieces. I dont even know why I like them so much.

maybe i should name them.

Fairies

The fairy ones don't get captions.

Charcoal

Lipstick

Collar

Sketches

Attempt At Amy Lee

Jason

Jason

Ella Hooper (Killing Heidi)

Amy Lee and Terry Balsamo

Avril Lavigne (Yr 12 Art Studies Assignment)

Sketch Close Up

Paint Close Up

Page From My "Book"

Page From My "Book"

"Masquerade" - aka 30 Seconds With A Sharpie

Mad Cute Thing.

Silk Screening

Jason.

Old Bedroom Wall. 99% Of Those Pictures Are of Amy Lee.

Most Recent.

Hmmm.

I'm leaving this town.
I need to get away from here, and away from the people.

There are a select few I will miss, some quite terribly.

When push comes to shove I'm shoving myself out of Whyalla and into a completely different life.

Everywhere I look are mistakes..

There's people who hold grudges against me for mistakes I made when I was younger.

And for someone to say that I am a selfish bitch for wanting to put all this behind me is really horrible.

How can that be true? I'm sorry that I didn't want to be your everything.

I'm sorry that you made you life revolve around me.

But there's nothing I can do about it now.

You never want to see me again, and I'm leaving town.

So quit your fucking whining and move on.

You're a pathetic worthless piece of shit and I hope I never have to see your face again. You are nothing.

Im still not sure

why my sister looks up to me so much..

but she will always be my best friend.

ive come to realise how much i need her in my life.

she is the only one i have ever been able to trust completely

and im not sure she quite understands how much she means to me.

i tell her that i LOVE her but not that i NEED her

she has seen me grow and change

and ive watched her do the same...

i couldnt be prouder to say that this beautiful girl is my little sister.

NATALIE MARIE WALSH