(Final) Day 30: A Photo of you when you were happy.

The age where you don’t have to worry about the responsibilities of growing up, when stressing out over finding a job or paying for school or paying off loans or worrying about graduating were completely non-existant, and before society had corrupted yours and my mind with its rules, stereotypes, racism, hate, and standards.  I may have not been old enough to remember any of these moments, but I KNOW I was happy because I was surrounded by people who LOVED me.  

I miss the young days…nowadays I’m pulling my hair out…