thinking makes me weak

as i entered the room, i can see the people in costumes. they look good. i looked back and i can see the colorful power rangers behind me. they look even better. but the room is filled with people mostly dressed in black. and the dim yellow light provides nothing but support to the black color that already prevails.

i am sitted with the power rangers together with A and E. i'm bored -- don't like the band, don't want to talk, and the food sucks (disclaimer: this is my personal opinion based from my personal taste). i just want to go home. demet, i have stomach pains and i just want to take a nap.

as i watched the people walk around and talk, i realize i'll just have to enjoy this one. i took my cam and started taking pictures. taking pictures makes me feel good. i forgot about boredom.

around midnight, at home...

i was using the cam settings i usually use when taking pictures during daylight. after i uploaded the pictures and scanned through the pics, it made me weak. thinking about what happened made me weaker.

another lesson learned...

again, what d!