the city isn't big but it sure is lonely when you're out there by yourself. i guess things will change by tomorrow, because if they don't i'm not going to stay here long.
my apartment is the kind of apartment you would imagine a starving artist living in. so i guess we mesh, the apartment and i. i tried to make it nice, with the stained antique chair that also happens to be broken. 780 dollars worth of supplies lying all over my floor. i have no where to put it. along with my sanity.
perhaps i really am insane.
i havent had the internet for a good week. found the library. it's quiet here. it's quiet in my apartment. the city is a quiet one.
i can't go out at night, because there are hobos in the park which is only a few buildings down. people get jumped i'm told. and a young girl like myself shouldn't go anywhere by myself.
i am going to make myself potatos tonight. a comfort food that is always appreciated. says my stomach.
here it is again. nothing to blog about except food and a couple oddities that spring from the mind.
i told someone a few days ago that i had no imagination. i cried later repeating the words," I do have an imagination."
i was just trying to convince myself.
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Your last words are not correct.
Quiet is nice ..I like quiet places ..my head is noisy enough .. your writing is imaginative ..I think the imagination is a place you go in and out of ..not a commodity you buy and sell
Thank you for your kind words ..I spend so much time in my head that it’s nice to hear I can summon feelings once in a while
I keep coming back here so often ..I'm going to create a link to your blog ms Elise ..I should have done it before
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