Sunday, January 24, 2010

What's wrong with me?

Oh yeah. I'm a teenager who is under in the most lethal drug of all.

The can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over- the-fence, world-series kind of stuff.

Love.

Dammit.



(I really need to write more. Enough with these pictures and feelings. I'm a writer, I write. I need to write. Not enough time. Too much love. Too tired. Sleep. Now. Ok. More pictures? Ok.)
^This
makes me happy. Because it's true. I just don't have enough time to write with that inspiration and feelings.


This post is very unorganized and contradicting.


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