Intentionally Blank

On my fifteenth birthday, I received a sketchbook which Peggy had decorated and written a lovely letter in, and it was signed by a good bit of the youth group. I filled it up pretty quickly, as I do... except for the last page. And so it sat open to the last page on my side table for a long time... because it looked cool there. And I couldn't really bear to finish it and put it away.
As I was packing stuff up for my move, I knew I'd have to leave it behind. So I thought I should take a picture of how cool it looked on the green table.
The lighting was not that great, due to my room having no windows, so I probably tweaked it too much on the computer and it looks unnatural. But it has approximately the effect I wanted it to, and I felt like the words fit in the situation.

So enjoy an over-processed photograph.