it doesnt do the story justice. and i need to go back and get a new one this year. in august i think. i sat in that empty battle field for a long time (with appropriate music in my headphones) and tried to picture everything happening. and i looked for blood stains in the grass
sometimes i wonder if people can see what im feeling when im sitting on the train. i catch them looking at me and i feel like they just know.. they can see it in my eyes. im so bad at hiding it and i hate it. but, i like when i can see what other people are feeling. if it were sunny out i could just keep my sunglasses on.
i changed my mind. i like the picture
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