( Read more... )

( Read more... )

My life feels pointless. Like I'm loosing grip of a rope I thought I was strong enough to hold on to. Things like the lack of furniture in my lonely solitary apartment is starting to drive me mad. I sit in front of my computer or I lay on my bed because that's the only places to sit or lay. Not even a kitchen table chair to speak of. Now suddenly ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

Fuck NYC...
maybe me and my cameras'll go to South America.
Backpack style.
That's it, I need a passport.
a-sap.
And a digital.
ermmm...
Yeah I'll get right on that.

Arrrrgh ( Read more... )

I feel lost in my own self pity, swimming in my inability to maintain self control ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( Read more... )