delete that picture

One of the biggest regrets that I have from my teenage years is the fact that I allowed myself to be what people want me to be. I deeply regret that what was more important for me was people lo ving me rather than me loving myself . I focus ed on what people said about me and in return I suffered the most. Once, in 2013, I had a sudden interest in photography. So, during the holidays, I think it was April, I decided to be take pi ctures of myself or just objects. I took the photos daily and upload ed them to my Facebook. The pictures that I took were very decent and I honestly didn’t have a problem with them . They weren’t that bad and they are not one of my best works but they were worth sharing. When school resumed, I remember this guy walking towards me while I was seated with my friends and he was screaming at the top of his lungs, “You bored me so much this ho liday. Every time. Every single...