travel
I leave in a scant eleven days. I can't describe how relieved I'll be.
trouble
Just walked into a door and bent my glasses and my face. I'm not sure whether I'm more annoyed at myself for being such a klutz, or for the door's existence. Probably the former.
music
The Killers' new album sucks balls, but I don't tell C that. Coincidentally, we're not speaking right now after he pulled a "I'm not explaining myself because we're so different you'd never get it" tantrum. Stupid, stupid boy.
art
Found a piece of art I did in late primary school. I marvel - did I really do that? A picture of my namesake - peaches. And leaves. They're pretty. Wrote a slightly impassioned rant on how much someone else's work sucks. Well, comparatively impassioned. I seem to be exuding a lot of disdain and jaded cynicism these days. Doesn't look good on me, I know. I should write more, if that's the kind of crap they're publishing.
love, slightly confusedly,
me
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