smiling stairs

this are some photos I took of my wild-hearted little sister a couple months ago at my dads.  

eighteen

The countdown has come to an end, legally i'm not a teenager anymore. it's such a strange and bittersweet feeling, i don't really feel any difference but people insist on making me notice that whatever i decide to do will affect my life permanently and that i should be less reckless and more concious, "you have to do it great on school, grades are important, you need papers, be responsible" they say. instead of feeling freer or alive, i just feel overwhelmed and depressed. it's like the fire in my has become so much lower. 

I remember being fourteen, this curly haired smiling girl with delicious dreams and a hurricane inside of her, i had so much passion for life and photography. everything excited me and i would spend my days ahooting, writing, imagining and living. now it's different. school discourages me so much. i'm tired of the same people, the same places, the same situations. the environment hasn't changed but i have. 
i don't want to be here anymore i just want to runaway with my lover and be free and passionate again. I want to be me again, i miss me.