Nothing's really changed, but I feel inexplicably better about things. I'm still painfully single, I still have a metric shit-ton of homework due, and I still have no idea what I'm doing. But it's okay. And I haven't even been drinking.

Trusty little black ache's still lodged firmly in my chest too.

In other news, I now have enough money to get myself all tattooed up. I was thinking inner right forearm, but I don't have any ideas as to what to get.

no thing

What am I doing with my life? My photography's mediocre, my music sucks, my writing sucks... I really don't like the life I have chosen for myself. There's nothing that I love to do. Nothing. Not a single. God. Damn. Thing. And it's SO frustrating because there's not really a reason for me to wake up in the morning.

How do you fix something like that?