like....last night at about 2:00. i thought of how once a boy i knew said, "you love every song that has the "new york" in it, don't you?" i had never thought about it..and i do. i love songs that say new york. i don't know why. i've never thought about it. and last night i remember that fact he told me out of nowhere. i had thee strongest urge to go. i've been thinking about it since then, granted only been 16 hours or so but...what does it mean? why do i want to go so bad.
i just feel like i'm wasting time. i was looking at pictures of katrina..and idk..have you really looked at them? i wished i was there. i wished i was among them. why? it's such a weird feeling. wasting time. i had another thought about the art institute. what if i should have gone there?
it's stresses me out when i think about what i should be doing because i can't make a decision to save my life. sigh.
go here. benjamin krain : photojournalism
look at the katrina photo's.
what's it feel like to you?
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