Under Trees

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To the anonymous

You sent me a message the other day saying I talked about myself too much. You’re absolutely right, and though I don’t approve of your method of delivery, you told me something my friends would not. I do talk to much about myself and I’m quite good at talking about myself so let me explain. My depression has hindered my ability to ever believe that anyone will or would ever pay any attention to me at all if I didn’t talk about myself. It had led me to believe that people really don’t care too much and that I’m not worth a thing and that no one really truly will appreciate me because neither can I. It has also led me to believe that I shouldn’t be on this world on many occasions and I have been lucky enough to not have gone through with it or had it not work. I do talk about myself and it’s not for good reasons but it does help a little. I’m still here and alive and I want to be the best person j can be, I clearly have a lot to work on so I can be a better person. I know I’ve been shitty and insensitive but I will work on those things and I’m quite glad you expressed your opinion about me because I would not have known how to grow, so thank you for that. I will work on that with vigor and I appreciate you telling me how you feel. Have a good night.


full tank of gas, an entire day to myself. The wind blowing through my hair, ultraviolence on repeat. Driving alone on the open road, taking some well needed time for myself. Leaving everything I know behind me for just a few hours. Alone with my camera, a book and a pen. Let my mind explode on the pages, release thoughts I haven’t told anyone, and set them free. And for a moment, I felt free. (dont delete the caption)
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