...is no friend at all.
#Thundersnow is the topic of the day, and while I hate the cold, I do indeed like snow. There's a FannyDooley for you.
I'm going to be a little vain here, so bear with me. At the ripe old age of almost 23, I feel saddened by my years. Granted, I know, I KNOW, I'm young, vibrant, with many good adventures ahead of me. This I do, indeed, know.
However, I look around. Those friends and places I once knew are gone. New replaces the old. Change, change, change.
I wish I could spend more time with my friends. It seems, though, that they don't have the time for me, nor I for them. Time to grow up.
On the bright side, my photography is growing leaps and bounds. I feel very accomplished in my nature work and hope to continue building on my portraits. While I am quite proud of my budding portfolio, I must ask myself, what do I want to do with this? What is to become of these photographs? My art?
I'm ready for school to be finished.
My last note tonight will be, why do I write like it's for someone when no one is listening?
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