I feel like I've reached one of those proverbial crossroads that everyone speaks of. Only I'm frozen like a deer in headlights and all I want to do is pitch a tent and camp out here, by myself, for a couple months. Then resurface and go about life with a new (and improved) outlook. It's like "encompassing procrastination".
I didn't realize it, but there's a picture of zerosome and I up on his page. I love that picture. I'm happy in that picture. I want to rewind and be there, more than anything else in the world.
I'm going back to bed.
I didn't realize it, but there's a picture of zerosome and I up on his page. I love that picture. I'm happy in that picture. I want to rewind and be there, more than anything else in the world.
I'm going back to bed.