taking advantage of my mistakes

what can i say about my family? its entirely broken. i dont know half the people i'm supposed to love and i dont love half of the people i already know. when i look at people's art and see how proud they are of their heritage, i think,"yeah fucking great, good for you." and really, good for them.

well. i have a heritage too i realized as i was looking for stamps in our junk drawer (basically every drawer in my house is a junk drawer, kitchen, bathrooms, every drawer in every room) and came across some pictures i wished were taken by children. i looked at every one and then hunted more out of the garage. there are so many weird pictures in my house. and then i realized they were good. or at least i could make them good. so i did that, all day. here is one, i would have done more except my camera's battery exhausted. plus it kinda looks so much better in person. sorry.-emily