today i felt so guilty. like really really guilty.
like i had a possibility of finding something out and instead i didn’t take a risk and i played it safe.
i had what i’d like to call magical film. normal 36 exp 35mm film.
the counter said that i had taken 36 pictures. but then about 40. and then about 46. touching 50.
either i kept taking photos, or stopped taking photos and rolled it in.
andichosethelatterandifeltsosad…
and now i’m taking it to get developed and don’t know if i could have taken more because it’s magical or if i saved the existing photos by not messing with them
first.
world.
problems.
