incoherent ideas.

twelve. i never thought twelve could make such a difference. i don't think i particularly like that number much anymore. insecurity: fuck off. i really don't need this right now. all up, today was quite lovely, bar my overemotional tendencies and the hysteria of tonight. tonight, i took photos of the sky for my 365. it was so pretty to look at that i didn't even mind the cold. would have been lovely for a walk, a night time stroll with the pretty cloud formation to keep me company. tomorrow night. my eyes ache, and nothing will keep me awake right now except this pure aversion to going to bed.