ironicphotographer

To start this year off...my phone broke. I lost all my photos on there. Lots of stuff I've written. Millions of screenshots of friends and things I wanted to remember. I'm still literally crying about it because of all the things I've lost. I feel like the whole year of 2015 is gone in my mind. It's no more. And I forget months upon months anyways. Losing all that stuff just makes it worse. What more could happen...

I try to tell myself that sleep is a good thing, but my body doesn't want to listen and my mind wants to think. My mind, decides to be the most active at times that usually people say their minds turn to jello. I'd list all the things I think about at, but it would take forever. Sometimes, I will end up staring at the ceiling thinking about nothing, and by the time I know it, it's morning. Another night lost...

You know what I really hate. Trying to explain something to my parents. It's like talking to myself and the opposite of myself. My dad being like me and my mom the total opposite. When I try to explain something to my mom, it's like talking into a tape recorder because she repeats everything back more complicated than before. Usually that ends with screaming...then with my dad it's like talking to the mirror. He's too much like me to the point that it'll seem like we are one the same side but we aren't. No one wins...