Some people were born to be great leaders, some businessmen, some porn stars, some drug-dealers, the circle of life, some call it. I was born to photograph, without that, I am nothing. There's this surge of adrenaline/endorphins/serotonin/dopamine which pump through me when I'm behind the camera. I realized all this at the Topshop fashion show. For that half an hour, I felt alive, and for once in a long time, I was happy.
A few weeks ago, my friend got to touch a cadaver and I had never been more jealous of anyone in my life, not that I want to touch a dead body.. cause I'd faint.. but jealous cause he was getting to live his dream (he's studying to be a doctor.. not some serial murderer). For a moment, I wished I was someone else. I wished that I wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer, or anything that society my parents saw as a promising job then maybe I'd get to live my dream too.
For that same moment, I hated myself.
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