A Long Night at Camp Blood

21 year old who lives by the beach in New Jersey. I'm a vegetarian Feminist who likes rabbits a bit too much and spends a lot of my time restless. I'm trying really hard to be positive.
Its nights like this that I am reminded why I constantly take pictures. I just looked through the thousands I’ve culminated since the beginning of my ‘records’ August 1st-ish, 2007. Its bizarre seeing how much I’ve changed, what’s changed around me. Its also bizarre to realize that the monumental, life altering event from this time period (my car accident) is almost never featured in any of these photos. In retrospect, I wish I had pictures of the 50 staples down my stomach, the stitches in my hand; pictures while I was still in that goddamned wheelchair. That’s a progression I would like to see, not just the steady decline in relationships. 

Its nights like this that I am reminded why I constantly take pictures. I just looked through the thousands I’ve culminated since the beginning of my ‘records’ August 1st-ish, 2007. Its bizarre seeing how much I’ve changed, what’s changed around me. Its also bizarre to realize that the monumental, life altering event from this time period (my car accident) is almost never featured in any of these photos. In retrospect, I wish I had pictures of the 50 staples down my stomach, the stitches in my hand; pictures while I was still in that goddamned wheelchair. That’s a progression I would like to see, not just the steady decline in relationships. 

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