chi-town's got it goin' on

I wanted to write...but it's like I forgot how.

this diary feels like a black hole. i know few people would read...and it feels like scrawling on a cave wall. the only light - my laptop.

it inspires me. i want to create.

the thought of moving to chicago on a whim, living in a crappy loft, eating cheap homemade dinners, and splash painting the walls. exploring. befriending.....sounds glorious.