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Hurt - Listening to: Port-Roayl "jeka"
Well kind of, its almost done but whatever. Writing for me has always been something almost, uhh, theraputic. Its always helped me. I feel the happiest when im with my friends, taking photos, or writing. There were days when I felt like my life was fuckin over. But I would go out, take some pictures, come back and I felt alot better. My whole world was falling apart, but photography gave me a way to express myself. Photography was almost a cure for me. Nothing seems to matter when Im shooting. Im still suprised that Ive come so far in photography. It was just a lttle over a year ago that I got my first camera, my nikon D50 with my quantaray 28-90mm. The shots I took were horrible and I knew nothing about photography, my composition was god awful, the white balance was way off. Fast forward 14 months and here I am taking photos everday, making great images.
Anyways, back to the story thing. Around November when I was just coming out of my depression, I started writing about it, my depression that is. I tried several diffrent styles, thrid person story, first person story an some other non-sense. Who cares, right? Right. anyways, Its really helped me get over everything thats happened, its helped me realize shit that I NEED to realize. It put everything in context. I was no longer the guy it happened to, I was just writing about it thinking how dumb the main charecter (me) could be. Im the worst when it comes to my own advice, im great at giving advice and im usually pretty good at making everything seem simple, sometimes not a good thing. But when im the shit, I never seem to listen to myself, I go against everything I beleive, and for what? So im almost done with my little story. Hooray for brandon