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Sometimes when i have a lot of homework to do and i'm in my house, i go downstairs and find photo albums which belong to my parents. They are from thier childhood and teenage years, and i find something strangely comforting about looking at the way my parents were, in the aged pictures. I think it's my favourite thing about my house, it's like this weird bit of history that i can never fully understand.
For some reason looking at the pictures last night made me cry, a lot. I don't know what i was crying about, a million things and nothing at the same time.
For some reason looking at the pictures last night made me cry, a lot. I don't know what i was crying about, a million things and nothing at the same time.