Ta da.

Ta da. Drawing Luke Hockley

Ta da. Drawing Luke Hockley

Dear Self,

I don’t believe myself.

I’m sitting here trying to work out what I am going to write to myself and I keep making up all these stories to tell…and it’s all crap.

I don’t know what to say tonight.

I don’t have any profound insight or clever comment on insightful observation.

I’m just a very boring person with nothing to say.

Ta da.



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