#altkidarchive

It’s 11:59 on New Year’s Eve. The room is loud, the flash is too bright, and everyone is pretending this means something.

You’re not sure where you are in this picture. But you remember how it felt to be the one behind the camera.

Nothing Happened, and That Was the Point

You didn’t have the words for it back then—what you were feeling, or even why you needed to be alone.

But you knew the stillness mattered. That the lake could hold your thoughts without interrupting.

No noise. No music. Just water, rock, and breath.

This is where you learned how to lie beautifully.

How to write essays like defense mechanisms. How to hide behind metaphors. How to circle your thoughts with red ink and still get an A.

You never raised your hand. But you understood every subtext.

🎵 soundtrack: The Postal Service – “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight”

You weren’t driving yet. Just sitting in the backseat, soundtracking your life like it was a movie.

The city felt massive—full of secrets and strangers and possibility. You didn’t know it then, but you were already writing your origin story.