Imagine if all the thirsty boys from high school followed me on my photography Instagram account and saw my topless photos... and I thought they were blowing up my DMs now...
Remember the days I didn’t have school, or homework, or a second job. And the weekends would come and I would just take photos of the city and be happy and sleep 8 hours a night.
I’ve been offered job opportunities to do what I love and what makes me happy. Why do I keep turning it down for a job that is safe and makes me miserable?