hellcatjustine

Photoshop just locked up and lost what I have spent that last two hours doing.


fuck.


I'm not in the mood to redo it. I'll do it tomorrow. or today, later, whatever.

the days have a way of running into each other when you don't sleep well.


I keep telling myself, just one more smoke.


but still here I sit, staring at old pictures and listening to old songs.

so much of my mind is stuck in the past lately that I think it might be keeping me from moving forward.

I need to take a drive and make a phonecall. and write a letter.

I've gotten so used to not talking to anyone about how I feel about it, so I'm not quite sure how to put my feelings into words.

so I say nothing at all and the moment passes and the feelings not forgotten but overlooked

maybe overlooked isn't the right word. Mistaken.



I think I just need to go to bed.


start over again in a few hours.