This weekend feels so long. Since my ipod was stolen I have confined myself to the appartment. My roomies judge me negatively because of this. They don't understand though. Music was my security and without it I feel naked in this world. I feel all I have for comfort is my voice, which I like to keep a secret. My songs are my secrets gifts to myself. I don't want to share them.
I miss my brother. He said he might come up for a weekend sometime. I am really exctied about that ^^
I want to open another art shop again but I can't stop drawing giraffes. I even had to stop my doodle dairy because I needed to pay attention in class nowaday. My creative spark seems to stay dormant nowadays. I really want to cook something great too but then giraffes pop in my mind >.> I ain't gonna eat no giraffe.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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