my uncle shouted at me in front of everyone.
He thought I didn't take any photos.
I did, but I thought maybe I didn't save them properly.
But he was actually looking at the wrong thing.
My heart crumples too easily to anxiety.
I didn't want to take photos for fear of messing up / being criticized.
It turns out you don't even have to fuck up for it to go wrong...
He thought I didn't take any photos.
I did, but I thought maybe I didn't save them properly.
But he was actually looking at the wrong thing.
My heart crumples too easily to anxiety.
I didn't want to take photos for fear of messing up / being criticized.
It turns out you don't even have to fuck up for it to go wrong...