Inner dialogues.

Me - You really shouldnt care.

Me - Yeah, I really shouldnt.

Me - Ignore it, there's nothing you can do.

Me - But.

Me - Just let it go, forget it.

Me - How can I when it's so IN MY FACE.

Me - You can choose not to look.

Me - I shouldnt fucking care.

Me - But you do.

Me - I cant help it.

And then these further develop into incoherent murmurs.

Anyway, Im typing this at the outdoor cafe Hanis at NLB. Finally I've got a day off and I chose to spend it chatting over pancakes with partner in the afternoon and then heading over to NLB after that. I really should be reading my books but the internet is always a distraction.

The cold & gloomy weather and LACK OF PROPER LIGHTINGS are causing my mind to think about things that I really shouldnt be thinking about.

I wish I had/I could meet more like-minded people in l a s a l l e. I thought I would but oh how wrong I was. For most of them, art is not their passion, it is not something they really enjoy doing, it is not also a hobby. For them, it is schoolwork, an easier alternative to a more academic coursework. For fuck sake, how sad is that?!

Nevermind, I should start on my reading.