Exceptionally ungifted.

I like to move it, move it.

I will always have my doubts about matters that even I have completely covered.

I developed my first photos today. Fresh from the oven baked to a crisp. Fantastic, the shots turned out good, the test strips weren't wasted at all. I'm truly enlightened by photography and I so am loving every bit of it.

That aside.

School has been reallllllly hectic. I have no social life at all and the only thing I wanna do after lectures is head home for a powernap, wake from it and wander back into school work.

It's no wonder I'm turning to fags for comfort.

My head's been doing a lot of thinking. I'm thinking, I'm nineteen and I already this zonked and tired of life and keep talking about reaching nirvana soon. What the fuck, am I really gonna die? And can I stop from myself from being healthy by detoxifying every other day..?

Ah fuck, I think design school isn't for the faint-hearted at all. It inhibits death.

Bye guys, I just can't wait for the talk later, my talk with my honeystar.

fionaaa made love @ 22:32