I want to draw again. Like, constantly, you know.
I have this small notebook with me every day, and I open it every day, and I do nothing every day. I just keep staring at the blank page remembering all that time when there was nothing more comforting than drawing for me. I used to spend most of my time with a pencil in my hand and now I have no strength to start it all over again. And it feels strange. Emptiness in my head feels strange.


@темы: sad story, this is stupid