me to myself : (someone stops talkign to me for more than a minute) thats it. they hat e me . they hate me so much. This person doesnt care about me. they think im disgusting and annoyign and terrible and tehy want me to di
me: thats it. i love this person. theyre amazing and perfect and they love me. i love my life i love my friends i loev it all its wonderful. i will love you forever
person: (happens to talk to someone else other than me) Thats it. thats it they hate me. i hate htme so much they want me to to die a dn
me to myself: they hate me and they are diliberately talkiggnt o this person to make me upset so ill die . How horrible. i ahte them
person: (talks to me again)
thats it. i love this person. theyre amazing and perfect and they love me. i love my life i love my friends i loev it all its won
This is me, my Great Uncle Harry and Great Auntie Margaret. They lived on a small island in the Channel Islands called Sark. This island has no cars, just bicycles, horse drawn carriages and tractors. With no street lights this islands beauty was hardly spoiled by man kind, the cottages dotted around the island just added to its beauty.
Sadly the day before my 4th birthday Uncle Harry passed away, we never found out why it happened so sudden, but it did.
Its weird because i don’t remember him we have so many things in common such as photography, astronomy and painting.
I love looking through his photos because they inspire me so much.