Memory Lane

So, whenever I listen to the Hold Steady I sort of go down memory lane, so here, for your voyeuristic pleasure I'll give you a peek into my adolescence (who really wants to remember that shit though, really?)

This is super early, I was...15?

I used to sort of be a horror dork so, heres me on haloween zombied the f out. I worked on this for like 3 hours at like 5 in the morning.

This is me and my first boyfriend. I was seriously in love with this kid. He totally broke my heart. Like, terribly, like didn't get over it for a whole year broke my heart. (I was probs 13 here)

haha, this is the day after he broke up with me (17)

more of he and I...maybe 16 here?
This is probs 2007? This was my skin head boyfriend (not racist) That was a complicated relationship. I was kinda rebounding after my first relationship ended.(like 18?)

I started gettin sorta PFR during this time

(16 or 17?)

(16 0r 17 again) Just sleepy. I had just gone skinny dipping for the first time.

I remember this party. It was really depressing. This is my skinhead boyfriend after we broke up, "talking". I was SO desperate to get into his pants. It was DISGUSTING.

This was close to the time I left for college, but not quite. This is a river by my old house...It was so beautiful, I was very unhappy with my self, and if i remember correctly, doing a lot of drugs and wasting my life.

This is around the same time. The reason my hair lengths keeps changing is because I had a thing for extensions. I snorted some random pill the bathroom at this party. I was with the skinhead boy here too. It was an unfortunate (read:fucking depressing) time. I am holding whiskey like its normal here. (18)

These were somewhat better times, this was at prom, I was probs 16 or 17.

I think the reason I made this post was...I'm really into kinda...going into my past and reliving it...but from a very seperated place. I've been writing stories and making art based on my life recently, and it has been pretty effing cathartic. It's kinda amazing.

Okay, sorry for the ego trip. Blah blah blah, back to the fashion stuff eh?