Quick Picture Story

July 14, 2009

Marie didn’t really get why I wanted to do it so much. She called it a waste–said it was me being pointlessly artsy, like I was trying to make my life out to be some crappy experimental film. She never really got me, anyway–we broke up the week after she walked outside that night. Which is maybe too bad, actually, since it was right then that I finally could put my feelings into words: I just wanted to make something beautiful, just for the sake of it. It’s how I make myself happy, I told her. Of course, she sighed, flipped her hair, and left. Ah, well… I’m lonely again for a while, I guess.