if i could describe how i am feeling through a series of photobooth images

swamped

scarred

hungry (but not hungry enough)

battered

blind

blue

bored

and realising that i have 28 days left of my summer/being at home

and 29 days left of being 17

the thought of it cripples me, i have wasted such a potentially amazing summer

and achieved absolutely nothing

except the epiphany moment when i realised how much of a waste of space i am