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I couldn't relate to the beautiful girls having their pictures taken at party, or at fabulous shining places at night I walked through alone going home sometimes, and I still can't understand what holds me back from theses places and people, often, so often I wonder if it's because theses are the wrong places for me, or that I am too fond on theses broken abandonned dark, gloomy and quiet places, that I cannot ever leave alone
“Most people don’t take snapshots of the little things. The used Band-Aid, the guy at the gas station, the wasp on the Jell-O. But these are the things that make up the true picture of our lives. People don’t take pictures of these things. No one ever takes a photograph of something they want to forget.” (wherever this is from)