For someone I used to love so much, I actually loathe you so much now. I feel my blood boil whenever we talk and honestly I would probably punch you repeatedly if I could.
I hate people.
So you’re a photographer, huh?
You go to fancy places, go to the caribbean to take pictures. You go to places known for beautiful and take some shots of girls staring off into the sunset in a too-small bikini. So that’s art? You have your fancy camera and your expensive vacations? That’s how you show beauty??
Well I have something better: I find the beauty within the average walkways of life.
I Win.
I don’t want to keep living like this.
I don’t have the energy to pretend to be happy anymore.