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well, here i am, sitting at my desk with nothing to do but... write i guess. i don't even want to though. i'm not really bored, it's more like i just don't want to do anything because nothing is good enough. rather, nothing can be as good as something that includes him. am i an addict?
at the beginning of summer i started writing a short story and it was really really to my liking. and now i can't find it. which is upsetting because i was actually going somewhere with it. the characters, the plot.... blah blah blah. whatever.
i just spent 45 minutes taking pictures with my webcam for the first time and well, here's one:
i know i look stupid but it's raw and it wasn't made to look pretty
it was made to just communicate visually what's going on inside my body and mind.
almost empty
desolate
but i have hope
i wait for our reunion
at the beginning of summer i started writing a short story and it was really really to my liking. and now i can't find it. which is upsetting because i was actually going somewhere with it. the characters, the plot.... blah blah blah. whatever.
i just spent 45 minutes taking pictures with my webcam for the first time and well, here's one:
i know i look stupid but it's raw and it wasn't made to look pretty
it was made to just communicate visually what's going on inside my body and mind.
almost empty
desolate
but i have hope
i wait for our reunion