A pale blue diary sits on the bookshelf on my bedside table. Tucked inside is a photograph, a group photo. There's something unusual about it: it lays bare all the emotions everyone had been carefully hiding, like a prank by the photographer. The day I got the photo, I saw how ugly I looked in the group shot, pulled apart by my emotions, so I blacked myself out with a marker...
Theme: Can adolescence come to a dignified end?
