life collection

It's afternoon. I'm sitting at my very neglected, rarely sat at desk. It's weird how sitting here wakes me up and makes me feel creative even doing nonsense. I always wanted a desk, a place of my own, and now that I have one I don't use it nearly as much as I want to. I really do need to sit here every at-home morning.

I'm listening to good, thoughtful, strong, sad music. This is what it feels like to be a person, to have a reason. To live for livings sake.

Hello crazy-weird-living-thing, good afternoon.

xx, C