i needed photos of me and my friend for a school project, so i went through my mothers camera roll to look for some, and i can’t stand looking at old photos of myself. like i was such an ungrateful brat it drives me insane, there was one photo in particular, it was at my birthday, and i had this adorable cake in front of me but for some reason i was crying, i dont even know why, what the hell did i have to cry about? and there was another where im settled with my friends on a couch, and everyone looks happy except me. you can tell i always hated myself because sometime in the past i had seen that exact photo and scribbles my face out. I dont know whats wrong with me, because now im crying in my room typing this instead of doing my homework