I really like this picture of me, because it shows my “I don’t give one fuck what you think” side. And although I look extremely retarded and awkward, I appreciate this photo very much, because I feel that it truly captures the spark deep inside. Not to mention I look kinda thin.
I love this picture. I find it so funny, because I don’t even know this girl. Two of my friends and I just ran up to her and told her we were doing a scavenger hunt (We weren’t), and we needed to get a picture of piggy-back ride. This was an awesome day.
Yeah. That was fun.
Although this trip was amazing, fun, and possibly one of the best experiences of my life, I somehow still managed to feel like utter shit. The four days I was there, I felt so lonely, And I Don’t know why because I was surrounded by people who truly love me. A bunch of things set it off. We were at the dance, and my friend and I started dancing to a slow song and she told me how much she was going to miss me next year and that’s when I just absolutely lost it. I had also seen a bunch of cute couples there at the dance and throughout the trip, as well as seeing a bunch of uber-talented people, which just completely reinforced the fact that A.) I am not attractive. B.) I’m nothing special. And C.) There are way better people to choose from other than me, so why settle? My self-esteem has taken an ultimate low, and I just can’t seem to do anything to boost my confidence. And the fact that the trip was over did not help matters at all. Being there just reminded me how much I want to get away and just not ever come back.