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About
A poetic photo diary
I constantly wonder how my life looks like in the eyes of others. Do they think I have it easy? Do they think I have something going for myself? Or are they fascinated with who I am? The thing is that no one will ever know my whole story. No one will ever know what I had to overcome. - Not even my closest friends, not even my own family. The thing is that people are so quick to judge these days. They just see a person from what they want and what you choose to show, I always try to see as put together out as possible, and I guess that's my way of hiding from the truth. It's just that in that way, everyone will assume that everything in my life is okay. That I never go through anything. If only everyone knew how broken I am, and how I cling for dear life in the last part, which recently has become very sensitive. The truth is that nobody really knows me. No one will ever know me, and sometimes it scares me, because no one will ever know why I am who I am..
