This is when i was “scene” or “emo”, my eyebrows were god awful. but it’s crazy how much in this moment i was so very lost and understood. My favorite thing to do was listen to music and look up lyrics and feel the meaning. I’d write the lyrics out on the walls of my bedroom and learn everything about the band and all their names and how they started. The music scene in my town was so huge, going to a show was so special, seeing all your friends who also felt the same way about the music you’re into. i didn’t even care if i went to a show all alone, just being in a crowd of people all feeling the same thing- was, amazing. i couldn’t drive yet (i also had epilepsy) so i would skateboard down to the store just to buy my monster and an Alternative Press magazine. My dream was to one day have my photography in that magazine. Sometimes i still wish for that dream to come true. I wish this girl knew what was ahead and embraced all those moments she had. i wish she didn’t fall in love so easily. I wish she didn’t wear her heart on her sleeve. I wish she didn’t attempt to end her life. but maybe that’s exactly what makes us who we are today. all of this.
