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For some reason, I feel very unknown, and very unwanted. Maybe this is what lonely feels like.
I feel like my eyes want to cry, but I don't want to cry. So I sit here, and I fight them.

I wanted to get away, so I was going to go to Dallas this evening, and just photograph whatever came up.
But, for the first time ever, I left without my digital camera. I left it at Brad's place to be precise. Maybe this is a sign. Although I'm not sure what the sign would be [...]

I'm drowning in a sea of my own self-inflicted sorrow and doubt. Why do I do this to myself?