the word fuck is scratched in chalk on the edge of the pavement.
i’ve been reading a lot of slice of life style comics recently and it seems to have effected me in that now i have this almost constant internal monologue going on in my head; commenting on everything i see and experience as if it were some part of a larger narrative.
i don’t really mind it i guess, but the desire to share (or at least record) these commentaries is so much that i’m finding that, whenever i go anywhere, i’m always in a rush to get back and write down whatever it was i was thinking about.
i guess i should start carrying paper around with me..

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  1. sherbear says:

    You are my favourite, :D. You win at least one internet~

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