A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell them for a dollar
November 19, 2010
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They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner.
I was looking through all my photo albums and became a bit overwhelmed with my emotions. I miss my friends. Some more than others but I miss them none the less. I feel very lost. Helpless almost. I don’t have a job, and I expected to already have one by now. I really can’t spin poi because the weather is so disagreeable. If it’s not the temperature, it’s the wind.
I should be painting but I can’t find any inspiration for an illustration. What would I paint? What should I be taking pictures of? I feel like I’m letting myself go.
I miss my Father a lot too. I didn’t realize how much of a pillar he had turned into for me.
The life of sobriety is uneventful. Like, way uneventful. Hah.
So yeah that’s it.
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