The Floor.

Do you ever go back through your photographs and wish you could remove some entries because you don't like the picture or you don't want to remember what happened that day? Or maybe you dislike how vulnerable and immature you were and don't want people thinking you're still like that?

Yeah. I get that feeling occasionally.

But then I remember that everything and everyone made me who I am today and I wouldn't change any of it...

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a year ago: bowl.