Haha, I can't believe I said that. But come to think of it, it's... kinda true. All this time and energy constantly improving myself and I'm taking.. passport photos?

Is this kind of confidence a good or bad thing? In a way, am I not rejecting myself for how good I am? Or how good I can be? Are all the faux compliments getting to my head, or am I not giving myself enough credit?

I don't know. But I do feel like letting go of this doubt.. and just believe.

I think I'm getting obsessed. I just want to keep on shooting, no matter how tired I feel. I just want to see what the next level will be. And the next. And the next. I feel so alive when I feel the tingling in the wires connecting my eyes to my brain; when I'm searching for the perfect light to illuminate your delicate skin, the curl of your smile. The pure simple joy of losing myself in the process.

Once again the voice of doubt surfaces; do I sound perverted? Emo? Hopelessly gauche and infantile?

Do I really need to cross-examine myself every 5 minutes?

I admire your apparent determination and perserverence. Your gaze leaves me flabbergasted, stuttering and.. at a loss of words. It's a pity I never seem to get the chance to know you.

My time seems to be running out.