Moving along.

I have an early break in this week, with school off tomorrow due to voting. I spent my night with Ray, relaxing for our two and a half year anniversary. Now, I'm home and wide awake, pounding down ounces of water during every break of typing. I've written a lot tonight in various places, about random things. Friends, and being an artist. I think I've found a little sunlight finally leaking through my brain, after such a long absence from being artistic in any way. I think after this, I'll slink into my bed and write for hours in my written journal about everything I've been too afraid to say out loud. It's needed. I want to write a book about my life, a memoir. I need to start recording everything before I forget. I don't want to sleep until its absolutely necessary, and I want to wake up tomorrow with a drive to take some photographs. Productivity. I want to drink this entire 3 liter bottle of water before the sun comes up.

I want to find my voice, finally.