I am so tired of being pissed off, you have no idea. I've spent my entire life being angry and I'm not letting my adoption do it to me one more day
Friday, February 4, 2011
Who was I?
Who was I once? I was a baby, who lived from what I gather in a very abusive situation.
A household run under the dominance of drugs and alcohol.
Fueled by anger, no self worth, no respect, no morals and no love.
1961, September 15th, is the day I came into this world.
I don't know anything about me being a baby. My photographic life starts developing at nine months old. There is no proof of my existence before that, only that I am here now, so I must have existed those first nine months, or was it survival?
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