Sunday, 16 January 2011

A trip down memory lane.

I'm feeling shitty. But old pictures make me happy. I was bloody beaut (and a bit of a hipster).








I'm not nostalgic about my childhood, not at all. Five years after the last of these photos, I was spending nights with my fingers down my throat and days picking my skin, in doctor's surgeries. But I'm nostalgic for this child, I'm nostalgic for all that was lost and taken and... God. A life. I want to shout a warning, I want to be my own guardian angel.

I hope I have a little girl. She will never know the smell, the taste, of self destruction. She'll never thirst for pain or detest a single freckle on her body.

1 comment:

  1. That last bit is beautiful but heart breaking.
    I love you

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