Am I even worthy of this? Just got out of “rehab” since the beginning of May so I’m slowly going to get back on my photography grinddddd.
I do my most intellectual thinking at night. It’s also the time where I constantly replay memories in my head of what could have been. And the figurative imagery of someone actually wanting you. I don’t think I’m capable of being wanted. It’s something I only see displayed between other people, but never myself.
I don’t usually reblog, but this reminds me of myself.
Will I Make It? 25/52 | by melkouas
I want to put my camera down
I want to put my books down
I want to put my journal down
I want to put my life down