
Flipping through my camera roll, I'd say mine began in April. There were over 1000 photos from that month, compared to around half that the previous months (and most of them were of myself). My confidence soared as I taught myself everything I could about seasonal color palletes. I received a wardrobe full of plastic clothes from a dead person (rip Alvira) and did a photo shoot in each outfit in my bedroom. Several weeks later I was seated in the same place donating 14 inches of my hair to charity for a $500 reward. Although to this day I'm not sure that was a legitimate charity...

So that brings us to June (conveniently skipping over my expressive "art" phase.) I've pretty much gotten used to the change of seasons and change of meds by now. Not without losing and gaining the same 5 pounds though.
Luckily I haven't sunk into a deep depression knock on wood.
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sick of zuckerburger breathing down my neck, I decided to create my own online space to archive my thoughts and pictures.