Down hill..

I want to sleep all day, everyday. My body hurts. I'm tired. No one will remember.


My only friend is this damn computer and the bottle of whatever alcohol I'm drinking at the time. It's the only thing that's still keep it's honesty with me.

From December

I'm seriously slow at prepping photos.

Messing around after shooting polaroids. I wish she never left. Victoria.




And the polaroids.

Why can't I....

Why can't I just spend everything I got and burn everything when I'm done? Everyone else does it.

Why do people tell me what to do so often like I'll like what they have to offer.... I really don't.

I'm being used......

;/

I'm not diggin' life right now.

I truly believe I'm in the wrong city.

I'm alone and I did it to myself.

It's an odd year..

I'm getting old...

Shoot a lot of film lately.