i've been reading some of the stuff i wrote back when i was fifteen or so and i keep wondering where i did i get al my inspiration from? i would give anything to be able to write like that again. i guess i was more in that teen angsty stage with a limited view of myself but still, it would be nice. i need an outlet like that again.
tomorrow i'm going to go buy a diary after my maths exam, like a nice, expensive one to reward myself for all the study i've been doing this week. i need the retail therapy. and the stress relief that writing gives me. i need it now more than anything. lord knows i need it.
