last year, 2014; like a colorful deflating baloon .

Last year before I began taking anti-depressants, the only photos I found myself taking were needlessly sad and cliche, and predictable.

This certain photoset I rushed to the 1-hr store to develope, because I had an art assignment due the next day.  The theme was "time."  That's a pretty cliche and general theme though, so I gave what was asked for.  

Buying and developing film is too damn expensive for a high school student.

Maybe I should title it: In 11th Grade, I didn't care.