When I’m on my most
downest
form of
emotion
is when I get to execute
amazing photographs.
I thought that my life would get more support when my parents started enrolling me in fashion photography but it just made them worst…
They would complain every time I have classes about why I need to use my camera, why I spend my money for models.
Why…I can’t even put my feelings into words right now. This is so frustrating.
I feel the darkness has been calling me again…. it’s time to vomit and express myself once again. †
Now I must get back to work. :]