Call it narcissistic, call it whatever. I’ve just always had this innate need to express myself – I have seventeen handwritten journals in my drawer to back up this statement. I have been writing since I was nine years old and photographing since I was eighteen. I like to think that I’ve seen enough beauty in my life to make me want to capture it and articulate it. Beauty seen and felt in smiles, sorrow and sarcasm. Through my musings, stories and photographs, it is mine to keep and mine to share.
Okay, enough.
Truth is, I don’t even know if people read this. Forget what I said just now. I’ve just been looking for a cool and easy blog site to write in. I just figured that people say all sorts of deep things in their first entries – like epiphanies or something. All I really wanted was just a new place to write in. Like a new notebook.
So yeah. Hello.
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