In the Dark Room

Now, it is 12:34am,I am in the building where the most art class are. Tim is taking photograhy class and had some picture to develop for the assignment. We were thinking about practicing music at the music hall or practice room, but it seems impossible, because there are some students working on their projects this late at night.They might report to campas police about the noise we will make. I didn't know there are the students who are in this building in midnight. Tim let me in to the dark room to show how the pictures are developed. It was great to see it. I would have loved it if I was little bit younger. I realize I am too old to do that shit.
First of all, the room is too dark, it scared me out. Secnondly, the toxic that used to show the picture gives me headache. Tim told me that this causes some cancer. I don't wanna die of this.

Being Artist is wonderful, that what I always wanted to be. The atmosphir of the art still atracts me a lot, makes me do something.
But at the same time, i hesitate to do something like that, because i am too scared to waste my time. I don't wanna call it "waste", though.