sometimes i realize that my priorities are all over the place. i think when i bought my new planner i subconciously bought the one with the really small spaces for each day, that way i wouldn’t try to do too much. i hate that when i take on too much i won’t let other people help me. even when they offer. multiple times.
i’ve been painting a bit. and also sketching. class isn’t too bad this semester, and i’m actually looking forward to my drawing class and my typograpy projects.
i want to read franny and zooey again.
my oldest friend (who also happens to be a dear one) is probably the last person who i would have guessed would still be my friend. he didn’t even go to highschool with me, and as a matter of fact, i haven’t even known him that long in comparison to how long i’ve been alive. why can’t people keep in touch. i would write letters if i knew addresses to mail things to. i would row a boat to an island for some of the people who have fallen through the cracks of my life. i miss so much, but i look forward to people i haven’t met.