I found someone’s “secret” blog, I read it a little but I feel guilty to go on. It’s like reading someone’s diary (even if that someone forgot and left it open on the table for everyone to see). But I won’t say anything. That would make things very uncomfortable.
I hate how fast time goes by, I hate that everything moves forward and I stay the same, I hate me for thinking like this. I must find a way to skip the nights.
I’d like to do a “Project 365” for 2012, taking one photo per day. However, I’m not moving around a lot and lately I’m not going to any new places at all. I could take a photo of myself every day for a year but that would be boring and of course I wouldn’t share them on tumblr. Which means I’ll probably end up doing nothing again.
If I was someone else, meaning if someone else was living my life through my eyes, he would be either a drug addict or dead. Being a coward pays at last.
I changed my tumblr theme after about 2 years. I know, not important since almost everyone is using the dashboard.