Lately, these photos of me have been making their rounds on tumblr. It strikes me that so many people like them because I really don’t. First of all, I don’t think they are great photographs and I don’t think I look particularly good in them, so I can’t see why so many people like them. Secondly, I think I may be because I know under which circumstance they came to be.
These photographs were taken by my ex-girlfriend back in the early summer of 2008 right before she broke up with me. I was deeply in love with her, as you may notice from the photos. So deeply that the three hour train ride to see her didn’t bother me at all. At the time, I was offered a job at my mother’s work along with my younger brother. It was an hour’s drive away from home and we had to come in early in the morning. We only got the job on the condition that we’d come to work EVERY DAY for three weeks, but we would get paid a lot to work there, and since it was during the summer holidays, I took the job, knowing I wouldn’t be able to see my girlfriend for at least three weeks. Naturally, my girlfriend was not happy about it at all. I told her I had to take this job because I needed the money and I made up some stupid reason why. Shortly afterwards, she broke up with me and went to a summer camp where she hooked up with three different guys in a week, guys she had been seeing while we were together. After that, I didn’t talk to anyone for a month, literally. I went through a depression that lasted more than a year. I dropped out of high school and I didn’t kiss a girl until Christmas a year later.
The only reason why I took that crappy job, and the only reason why I got up at shit o’clock in the morning every day to work, was because I wanted to surprise her and take her to Paris. That has always been a dream of mine and it still is. But she broke up with me. I have never been so sad in my entire life.
soppy crap like this when im poorly is making me emotional!!
(via onecellinthesea)
