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Pretty blank books. My friends and fam give them to me as gifts, but they're just too lovely to write in more times than not. Except for my old poetry books and journals, I do most of my hand-writing in steno pads and on random sheets of paper. But I love the blank books. I was looking at some of them just before I had to leave the house this morning.

So lately I've been feeling like major crap. Dealing with addictions, not the drug related kind but the sense and sensuality kind. I wish I could chalk it up to my lack of seeing people this last year or so, but to be truthful I've always been like this. I've tried to blame it on a lot of things over the years when really I should deal with it. But pride is a wicked thing, man. Pride won't let you admit you have a problem. Pride'll just let you wallow in your mess like a fool. Or like me.

Just thought I'd share.

Current Mood: disgusted
Current Music: Iio; Rapture (So Sweet)