Its funny to watch peoples interactions. You can tell who is comfortable and who is not. Today is one of those self-induced, lack of interaction day. Can't i just go home and paint for the rest of the night? Why am i such a romantic and hope my life is nothing but painting, picture-taking, and happiness? It is such a romantic ideal that is hard to hold onto in society. Where do romanticism and practicality meet?
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