It is strange that how I wrote these little snippets of advice to myself obscuring it with whole lot of drama that I was then facing. I’ve always disliked being ambiguous about my life because of the kind of control freak that I am, but when I think about it, the most joy I’ve ever had in writing my short stories or drawing was when I was ambiguous of what I wanted and every word that I joined on the paper to make a sentence would be a surprise.
This is a part of a series of confessions, written in old sketchbooks bought to life here on this blog.
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