Damn I need my stuff to get here so I can read, write and paint <3
It’s this really strange thing, I don’t have my usual writing instruments, my small black book and black ink pen to jot these thoughts down in a private place.
I’d love to say that this is safe enough to place the strings of thoughts but its not, my heads up and off without me.
Those things I own…. They’re looking like they’ll come in handy
It’s as if sometimes I feel that it isn’t the same equivalent for me, but then again I could be wrong. I’m the worst with reading how people respond to me, so maybe it’s just what I think I see.
I watch how they respond, and well it makes me nervous, but not enough that I’d utter a word, just enough to keep me thinking through the night.