"Art" journal

So I have been trying to do a thing. Art journalling, more specifically. However I tend to either spazz out on the shit in the background or focus almost entirely on the journalling part (or diary, really.) which is neither arty or ... well. I guess it is journal-y.
These are pictures from my very first one. It is from a little over a year ago. If you attempt to read my awful handwriting, spoiler alert, the cat didn't make it. Was a fucking punch in the gut, or rather a cherry on top of the fucked up car-crash of what happened 5 months before and in-between. I was not in a great place. I doubt anyone is, in regards to death, to be fair.

The second picture, was a song my grandfather sang to us. Even as he was really sick he kept on singing. It was really lovely. I wanted to remember it. And even if I feel that song and moment is a little too private to share, I want to for myself. Paper burns, pictures get erased, memories are forgotten, but at least I have some of it here on my shitty little blog. :)