More matter with less art.
Its funny being at school sometimes. No one in this place ever seems to be alone. Is the solitude too much?
Me? I love being in a room full of people, but alone.
The people that are alone here are waiting for someone...so that's not truly alone. But here I am with my apple, my tea, my pen. and you, my darling journal. I guess that doesn't count me as alone either. At least in my head it doesn't.
The clock ticks anxiously toward a deadline.