philophobia // c.h au

prologue

sometimes you never know what life can lead you to. it can lead you to drugs, money, death, and what? love? i really don't believe in love. i don't really like anything. im just a 18 year old dreadful teenager.

but I can tell you what I do like; food, anything black, dogs, beanies, people that are like me (which is rare), and my camera.

yes, I'm into photography. everyone thinks I fake liking photography. i really don't. as soon as I accidentally took a blurry picture of my ex standing in front of me, I knew I found what i love to do.

photography makes me happy. probably the only thing that makes me happy.

but back to the main topic: love.

'love is such a wonderful thing, really. it sums up your life. life is consist of love.'

ha.

my life isn't consist of love. I mean look at me. im "horrifying" is what people tell me. but im used to the name calling. been used to it ever since 8th grade. so yep. 5 years. but you know, sometimes those words get to me, you know? my mother always tells me that i always stay strong and be brave. most of the time. there's always that one word that breaks my shell. piece by piece falling every week. word by word..

ugly.
creep.
bitch.
stalker.
weirdo.
loser.

hi, my name is piper parker.