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Was high school really hell?
I often dream of my high school, I find myself often in the surroundings of the school, with friends I once had. It seems people I knew then are growing older too, getting married, having kids. I look back now with older eyes and reminisce. High School was some of the darkest days I can remember. Sometimes i’m surprised I made it out alive. But now I think to myself, was high school really hell? How has it changed me? Has it made me a better stronger person? Memory lane seems to be where I am at the moment. Bullying. It’s funning thinking back now, that the one person I hated…
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I miss you.
It’s been 6 years since we lost you & I still can’t find the words to describe how much you mean to me. How much I miss you. How much I love you. How often I think of you. How often I want to join you. So much I wish I could tell you. Ask you. The above image is something I put together, which one day, when I have money & i’m not so scared, I will get tattooed onto myself, somewhere, to be a permanent reminder of everything you meant to me. What you taught me. What i’ve been through.
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Through the years!
Sometimes it feels like ‘real life’ gets in the way. I’m so behind on everything that I often wish for more hours in the day! Anyway, last year, I was bored & threw together a few pictures of how I’ve changed ‘visually’ over the years. Mainly my face. Starting from 2001, I was around 15.