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So, did you find the differences? Well I sure didn’t and I have no intentions of doing so. This is what life has become: the exact same thing with a small differences tossed in there that I care not to even notice. This semester hasn’t done much for me. I drag myself out of bed in the morning to get to school, attend school, waste time after school, go to sleep. For some reason I didn’t think things would end up like this, never did I have hopes, but regardless this situation escalates through its own mediocrity.

The guy second from the right, his scarf thing changes color: orange to purple. I guess there is a difference in the picture. Look at anything long enough and you’ll spot something is off, I’m sure. Looking at this semester I spot that the only difference is that the future looks a lot bleaker then it ever had before. The tints and hues on my picture are getting darker and it’ll take a lot more then some cheesy effect to get it back on track. Maybe some photoshop will get it where it needs to be. My photoshop skills leave something to be desired but, in time, I’m sure I’d be up to the task.

It feels as if all the sincerity has left me. My work is no longer a product of honesty but something that has been forced out of me. I don’t want to be here. The days bleed into each other and my thoughts of accomplishment disappear, I don’t know what can possible be the point anymore. Where did all the genuine go? I know its still in here, it must be. College hasn’t changed me. Why is that? Shouldn’t that be the point? It’s hard to put the blame on myself, I don’t want to. I refuse to. But it’s entirely my own fault. Repetition. This is all the same. These thoughts are put on repeat and blasted through the speakers of my shiny MacBook. This is filer: I am going to do as they do in the movies. Showcase my personality through a lens, one of many I might add. I don’t feel the need to make myself more interesting to you. If I did this would have gone down differently. You expected for this to go down differently but I’m not going to apologize. The way I choose to do these things, with meaning that speaks in false irony, is my choice. You don’t know what that means. The structure is undeniable but not because I choose for it to be, it just comes out that way. Just looks at all the eyes, lets revert our thoughts to Rimbaud. I thought it was a style at first. I had finally found my niche. That’s not the case. It’s a cage I cannot release myself from. I don’t want your help. I don’t need it. This is my fault and I have come to except it in the hopes that sincerity will come back to me.

this is me. i took all of these photos. im artsy. im creative. i have a broken camera at home.

Media has always been a passion of mine because it makes expressing ones self so easy. It makes people feel and react a certain way. My photos let me tell you my story; the interesting thing is that no two people will interpret the story the same way. I like that.

I like to have fun and be a kid when the time calls for it, I try not to take myself to seriously. I tend to look at the positive side of life, and try to find the little things most people would not pay attention to that make us happy on a daily basis. Staying positive, to me, means focusing on the great breakfast I had this morning with my girlfriend or felling the sun’s warm on and otherwise cold, bleak day. It’s not always easy though and I often find myself feeling trapped in the cold, scary, lonesome world around me. I’m always cheerful on the outside but it all becomes too much sometimes. In those instances I focus on the little happy things amidst all of the distractions of the city. I embrace the calmness of a park or the business of a random street. At the end of the day this city cheers me up; I’m at home here and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is my city and It makes me who I am. I love it.