There was a time when a naive, silly, gullible me who wears dresses paired with sneakers all the time. Or puffy skirts. I was going punk, but very softcore punk. Almost like a noob punk.
Making this Polyvore set and listening to this suddenly urges me to wear my old Converse out again.
This song, i have never heard it more than 5 times, although for reasons i find it completely applicable to all the bad times when i was that idiotic teenage girl, back then i could write, like, i really could. It was so much more easier to write compared to now. I take a pen on my hand and my brain starts working, everything comes smoothly.
And i always imagine myself in the middle of a no where. Anywhere, really. Where it’s windy and having a sunset, i always imagine myself carrying a camera in those daydreams, with wind gently blowing my hair in and out of my face.
It’s the kind of relief i never felt, the complete sense of freedom. I guess until this day, i still feel trapped. Except trapped in different things, i used to be trapped in my mother’s insecurity. Today, i am trapped in time. Again and again i repeat, i am too young, and there is nothing that i can do but wait.