fitrifarina.
I procrastinate. I take photographs. I draw. I dream big.

Long hours, minimum wage. Oh isn't life wonderful? Somehow I miss using a pen. I use the camera more often than the pen. I hate blue-inked pens for a reason. When I look at something being written in blue ink, the words seemed to be looking at me condescendingly. Black-inked words are friends, even capital letters. You've just wasted the last ten seconds of your life. I was just humoring myself.

This is getting pointless. This is getting pointless. This is getting pointless. Repeat that for another 20 times and it'll form a paragraph.

Im bored.

I'm through with doubt10:14 AM