basically stuff i wrote in my sketchbook, here we go:
take 4 of things i wanted to say but never did.
i lifted the bottle to my lips and drank. in seconds, i began to feel better. water was so strangely rejuvenating. i looked up the bottle, however, and saw one last drop. i tried. really, really hard to get that last drop. but it was no use. "oh well," i thought. "why put my energy into something that i can't get? even if i did, it'll barely get me through the day." yet i still tried to get it.
this isn't about water.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
vent + sketch book
De Todook so this is basically a diary that i'm allowing u to read, have fun cringe-ing be warned, this has strong language and mentions of the dirty. for the brave souls still willing to read, let's get this show on the road that is an obstacle that is my...
