What Do You Have To Say? - I Spy...
The first photo that came into view was a snapshot of my best friend, holding up her nephew's head because the helmet made it too heavy for him, while he sat on my boyfriend's sports bike. The bike is representative of my boyfriend, for obvious reasons. So, it should be pretty obvious why that's a significant symbol. The helmet making the 6 year old's head too heavy for him to hold up, well, if you know his mom you'd understand why there's a lot of pressure on him, weighing him down. The way my best friend is supporting him, she always does that for him. Not to mention for other people. Plus, the night that pic was taken, we had all spent time together, having a cook out and swimming, and having a water balloon massacre in her backyard. There was no where near as much stress in my life then, times were basically happy. I wasn't the emotional wreck I have been lately.
Since I know that people might read this that don't normally see my journal, and that may have never heard of me before, I just want to insert a cliche disclaimer that I'm not some moody little self-demeaning twat. I'm not saying anything else regarding that, but if you take the time to skim the journal you'd figure out what's going on.
Since I know that people might read this that don't normally see my journal, and that may have never heard of me before, I just want to insert a cliche disclaimer that I'm not some moody little self-demeaning twat. I'm not saying anything else regarding that, but if you take the time to skim the journal you'd figure out what's going on.