I don't know why I am making a big fuss out of this, this is not the first time I reveive a no for a answer. Why do I have to be so miserable? Good question. I had enough, cried my eyes out for a day (and night, and part of the morning). Enough is enough. Besides torturing myself, I am making people around me miserable as well. So, this afternoon I tried to shake out this bad mood. I went for a walk and took my humble camera with me, maybe doing something I love will help me get through this. As I walk I fell my knee complaining, I wonder if that's the result of being inside for a entire week. Thanks to my wonderfull aunt, now I proudly own I brand new Ipod suffle, (fourth generation, mind you) I look around, looking for the perfect picture, that helps me take my mind out of my failures. I see a tree, flowers and roses, beautifull roses, that should do it. An hour and half and 52 pictures. I guess I need help, I'm going nuts. Whatever, I think, I am just going to enjoy life a little, the best way I can right know. I blame myself for not getting a real good camera when I could, I am trying to do way to much for panasonic 7.2 megapixels. Oh, well. As I walk back home, a car horns, I lift a finger (sorry mom, I just can't help it). Right now looking at my pictures I realize there is a fine line between crapppy pictures, and something you could actually call it art. I am trying to cross that line, but for now I am just going to call it crappy. Whatever...
