Scribble.

As of recent, I've felt like writing in my journal much more than updating this blog. 

I've desired some necessary doodling. Swooping and swishing my thoughts instead of astutely articulating them. I'll briefly synop my life lately. 

The Wacoan is okay. I drive. I photograph. I usually procrastinate. I suffer criticism. I enjoy interogation. 

God is forgiving. I wish I had the capacity to understand that level of forgiveness, let alone administer it. 

I miss friends and their faces.

I really am delighting in organization and planning. It's new. 

But mainly it still consists of my doodles.

I'm scribbling everywhere. 

Including here. 

Bleh.

I scramble.