She sat staring out the window of the diner through the lines the dirty rain had left there. Across the filth of the parking lot, to the dinge of the gravel on the road, down the washed out neighborhood. What a beautiful place to be
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i think i've become addicted to this journal again... whoa.... you poor people are actually reading this? save yourself! get as far away from here as you can before it drags you in like it drug me in!!
I was playing with my mothers camera this evening and the last and had some fun. I actually felt pretty and decided to capture it. Do I look the same, George? I'll cut these so nobody has to wade through them while checking out their friend pages.