okay, I haven't done enough writing. Not at all.
Concept perfection is what I am aiming for when my teacher looks disappointingly at me. 


it is not my fault, drugs, sex, alcohol and tormented moments of pleasure/pain consumed my holidays.
it is the last day of holidays, and tonight is when I shall do the most work. 


i am in a horrid mood, I need an escape.
here, have some pretty pictures...