on the rare occasion that I take a picture of myself // day twenty-four
I realized, I don't often take so called self-portraits. Just as I don't often let others photograph me. When I die, I swear there'll be no more that fifteen photos of me. Although, I'm sure some would beg to differ. Anywho, today was my first day of semester two. This year is seriously flying by, folks. And it's been amazing. I see myself discovering who I am. And becoming oh-so-much more confident in myself. I love it. I really do.
How is your school-year going? And how many photos will be displayed at your funeral? (More that me?) Sorry, I don't mean to be so grim. I'm just kidding around. Maybe you just don't get my sence of humor - that's possible. Ok. I'm done now.