Things

I actually never tought about posting blogs or type of things. I barely shoot a bunch of photos and take a selfie of my twice a year and that wraps up modt of my gallery, but as i grew older, i thunk im regretting my prejudice and annoyance towarda taking photos. Especially of myself. Don't get me wrong, im at peace with myself, i accept my entity abd characteristics as whole, though i never was too fond of myself either. Im just okay with what i got. For now. When i look back, i see that i long for that little naive innocence of myself. That little kid with a geniune smile makes me look at him more, in different lights, different perspectives... But it will never happen. As he grew, he became more distant, more antisocial in time, that he almost went crazy. He never was suicidal, yet the life became too boring and stressful to bear it. But in time, he overcame his insecurities and anxieties, yet he still regrets them. But this app looks fun, brings back memories. look, its green now. Now its not. This things are fun to mess with, aint it?