I have been thinking about life lately, and it's been bugging me more than usual. I'm unhappy with a lot of things, but I am more than pleased with a few things. More than ever, people have been bothering me. But not the people that mean a lot to me, just the people I thought did. People who get close to me just to use me or so they have someone to bitch at about the stupid little things. I'm pretty sure none of these people read this, but it doesn't even matter if they did. I'm pretty sure no one reads these things. It's because of these things, that I know you truly care. I hate when i do or say something way before someone else thought about it, and they end up getting credit for everything. They think that they are so original, but they really aren't. I'm not going to go into detail about the things I have seen that bug the living hell out of me, but enough about the bad. I finally got around to starting something like I wanted to. Photoshop stopped working for a while for some unknown reason, but it's all good. It's working again, and just in time! I needed it to create a signature type thing for my photos. I'm finally pursuing my photography interest to the fullest. I just hope it works out as well as my writing has.
New established ideas about myself:
-I'm not happy with my appearance.
-I'm an attention whore.
-I can't wait until I'm seventeen.
Enough venting. The upbeat side of this post, I'm stoked as balls for summer. Death Cab For Cutie, Warped tour, Mayhem Fest. I can't wait. Concerts are a big thing in my world right now. Most of my photos recently have been of shows. I pretty much love live music. Since I can never end things well, I've decided to leave you a picture of a firetruck.
Background behind this picture: My mother, her best friend, and I went to the airport to pick up some luggage, and when we got back to Embassy Suites, the Fire Department was there and the fire alarm was ringing. I thought it was a professional looking picture. Enough stalling. The end?
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