i'm dying for an excuse to organize photoshoots again, but the weather's been too unpredictable lately.. my plan for a sanfran 'getaway' also won't be possible for i don't think public transportation accepts imaginary bus/train tickets.. no money, no honey.. i'm drained, but i'm just screaming for a creative release..
my precious camera is just laying lifeless on the floor right now, neglected, depressed, dying to be touched.. just like me *insert creepy laugh here*..
i've been subconsciously texting my bf/ex/it's complicated these past few early mornings.. how'd i know? the next morning when i'm fully awake i have these text messages that i didn't know i typed, just showing there on the screen.. all misspelled and what not.. i guess my sleepy self just doesn't think that breaking up with him was enough to drive him away, maybe sending him creepy messages would help too.. just pathetic.. i'm not sure if it's really helping me out with anything.. guess not..
i miss him
AND i know some weirdos out there are reading this right now.. people who would be the least i'd expect to actually spend time on here.. oh don't worry, you'll know who you are when you start to give out a lil smirk when you come across this part...
doin.....chapstick-ing
listenin.'making the best of it'
thinkin..san francisco
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