1The police take photographs of the body and face. During autopsy as well. Is there some way to prevent this? Do they destroy the photos after a set time? I’m not comfortable with the idea of being photographed while dead
Is there anyone here into photography?
I want more people on Flickr, Tumblr, Facebook, whereever.
and ofcourse I would like to see yours too, if there is a you?
I cheated on my last boyfriend with the same guy twice.
Ive had sex with three guys who i were not dating.
I’ve had sex with 10 guys
I have a tattoo
Ive tried killing myself several times
Ive been wanted to die for the past three years
Im scared of the dark
I feel like I’m never gonna make in this world without a man
I want a secret chick lover
I love photography but think i suck at it
I wish i could be a stonner like my brother bc then life would be simple
I pushed a lot of people away
At this moment I’m making a photoalbum with my photography in it. It’s a birthday gift for me from my aunt and uncle, december a year ago.
I never made it and they still want to give it to me, I think I’m making it more for them than for myself.
It honestly is an hell making it and when I ask my mother for help I only get reminded why I never show my photography to family anymore. Their response to my pictures is a simple ew. They don’t like my pictures and make that very clear.
My mother told me not the pictures in […]
i havent been on here in so long, i forgot about how sad i was until i read all of these posts i put up. i came back for one reason and one reason only, to say goodbye to this website. i dont need it anymore 🙂
i have the guy of my dreams, my mother and me are happy, and im just happy. i dont cry as much anymore i mean, i still do but thats either period related or just missing my daddy. but im happy
so i over came my suicide. my dark moments filled with pain and sadness. gone, all the pain is […]
So, here I am, sharing my story with strangers. Maybe that’s the best way.
What can I say…I am not seeing the point in going on with this charade called life anymore. I am 37 years old, and feel that there is nothing to look forward to, except working jobs that I hate that I feel are beneath me for the rest of my life, and being alone.
The dreams I have been pursuing of doing photography for a living have not come to pass. There were a few times when it was starting to look pretty good, but things either came to a grinding halt, or […]