Local Boy In The Photograph

Polaroids

I’ve always hated having my photo taken. To be honest, there aren’t that many photos of me. I prefer it that way. I struggle with photos (especially selfies) because I hate the way I look. I pick it apart. Looking at a photo of me, is like when I look in the mirror: I have a feeling of sadness and disgust. That person in the photo isn’t me. But it is. It’s a reminder that I don’t look how I feel.Read More »

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The End Of A Difficult Week

Isolated

So the week finished with mixed feelings. At times I was ok, but I was mainly drowning. I’m at the point where I’m seriously considering going back to the doctor’s before anything crazy happens and I do something stupid. I’ve been trying to figure out what is that’s causing this, hoping it’ll give me a clue as to how I can fix myself. But in all honesty, I don’t really know. Each day gives me a new suggestion for why I feel like this – but nothing certain.Read More »