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So..I'm sitting here thinking before I leave for Indy.
Why doesn't anyone write letters anymore? Real, hand written letters, delivered to your mailbox, with all the charm and sweetness of a past that people seem to have just forgotten.
Seems like everyone has something to say right now. Good or bad, rude or kind...
I've got so much to say, but no real time to get it all out.
I need to go back to working on playing my guitar.
I'd love to own a good camera. Taking pictures is so therapeutic and relaxing. I may save up some cash and get back into it. Chad's photos always inspired me to try it again, so why not? There's so much beauty in those single still moments, captured behind a lens and printed on glossy paper.
I've upset a couple of friends...and I'm very sorry to you both, but I won't apologize for being honest and writing what I feel. Please don't expect me to. This is my space, and I can't take that back.
Okay, I'm leaving. Much love to you all.