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Do you ever look at old photos of yourself?
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I do actually, then I feel immediately miserable. Most of them are from a time I was doing much better (at least on the surface). Some are with a person that used me.
I don't really like any pictures after college… My life got poisoned and weird… I stopped taking pictures and writing in diaries… The narrative of my life fell apart… I noticed that I only like to do pictures when I'm happy… Following mental breakdown my smile looks weird and forced…
Oh, I look at old photos of my family and myself. Then I get mad as hades, as I was not 6'8 280 pounds of solid muscle with platinum blond hair and blue eyes. And I was not born into a family that had train loads of beautiful US greenbacks. So, yeah, I look and wish I was never here.
I don't like looking at my old pictures. My childhood was painful and even now as an adult my life is still painful. Though looking back, I regret not pursuing a job that would allow me to leave my country and family behind permanently. Now I'm stuck with them and I hate it.
Sometimes, usually when it pops up on google photos or smth. Don't really have any older ones because android and iphone wasn't really a thing before. But if it ever does, you do wonder where it all went to shit so bad. I wouldn't redo anything I did. It was fun, crazy most of the times but the best times of my life.
I often look at the pics of me as a baby and i wish i could hug that baby and protect her from all the suffering....it's heartbreaking,i cry every time...we are all so innocent as babies/kids
Very few pictures of me remain because I burnt most of them in preperation from the last serrious attempt. But from the ones that remain from childhood, always had this vacant look in my eyes. And the smile, somehow looked sad.
No. I can't bring myself to do it. Even though I've never been a fan of taking my own pictures, looking at images of my younger self just makes me sad. I want to apologize so badly, for messing up everything. But I can't.
I'm trying to push forward, but at the same time, I hate it. I'm so tired.
I keep looking at the photos before and after my facial injuries hoping to see something different, but the fact is I will never be the pretty woman I once was. It's not something I have adjusted to, but yes, I'm back looking at them hoping to see something different. Ridiculous.
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