|At night, any night, there are times when one hears a howl that would otherwise pierce the heart. On nights like those, one owes oneself to be especially prudent when walking in the streets. One never knows what lies after the corner.|
21 y.o | canadian | insurance | tired|
not much to say. was anxious and depressed and i learned to live with it. i stopped drawing but i started to again. not much. i didn't write, but i do again, now. life's been complicated, but i can't say i regret much.
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