It's hard for me to write about myself especially if there is pressure to do it. I can't tell you who I am right now but in time I will, all I can tell you is my name is Zulmare Annabel and I am a photographer.

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I’m happy. I can’t figure it out. What am I doing right?

- Charles Schulz

i want to be remembered as the little girl with dark eyes.
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Nothing Gets Crossed Out 
Recently I have been feeling a little off.I hate not doing anything… I feel like a part of me is missing.I want to go on a adventure.I had a dream I was all alone, that no one wanted me,but I woke up to a face I don’t think I could get tired of,and he kissed me gently on the lips, as if he was reassuring me everything was okay.he was the only thing that made me happy today.he gave me a dandelion today when I walked out of classand placed it in my hair.I need to do something.I don’t know what,but I’ll figure it out.This song has been stuck in my head all day:Well, the future has got me worried, such awful thoughts. My head is a carousel of pictures. The spinning never stops. I just want someone to walk in front and I’ll follow the leader. Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush. I started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was, but came to my senses. Now I’m trying to be assertive. I’m making plans. I want to rise to the occasion, yeah, meet all of their demands. But all I do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers. Yeah, I know I should be brave but I’m just too afraid of all this change.And it’s hard to focus through all this doubt. I keep making this “To Do” list but nothing gets crossed out. Working on the record seems pointless now. When the world ends, who’s gonna hear it? Well I’m trying to take some comfort in written words, yeah, Tim I heard your album and it’s better than good. When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together. Because I’ve been feeling sentimental for days gone by… all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting out time. Remember all those songs and the way we smiled in those basements made of music?But now I’ve got to crawl to get anywhere at all. I’m not as strong as I thought. So when I’m lost in a crowd, I hope that you’ll pick me out. Oh, how I, I long to be found. The grass grew high. I laid down. Now, I wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. I’ve been laying so low don’t wanna lay here no more. Don’t wanna lay here no more.Don’t wanna lay here no more.Don’t wanna lay here no more.No more… more… 

Nothing Gets Crossed Out 

Recently I have been feeling a little off.
I hate not doing anything… 
I feel like a part of me is missing.
I want to go on a adventure.

I had a dream I was all alone, that no one wanted me,
but I woke up to a face I don’t think I could get tired of,
and he kissed me gently on the lips, 
as if he was reassuring me everything was okay.
he was the only thing that made me happy today.
he gave me a dandelion today when I walked out of class
and placed it in my hair.

I need to do something.
I don’t know what,
but I’ll figure it out.

This song has been stuck in my head all day:

Well, the future has got me worried, such awful thoughts. My head is a carousel of pictures. The spinning never stops. I just want someone to walk in front and I’ll follow the leader. 
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush. I started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was, but came to my senses. 
Now I’m trying to be assertive. I’m making plans. I want to rise to the occasion, yeah, meet all of their demands. But all I do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers. 
Yeah, I know I should be brave but I’m just too afraid of all this change.
And it’s hard to focus through all this doubt. I keep making this “To Do” list but nothing gets crossed out. Working on the record seems pointless now. When the world ends, who’s gonna hear it? Well I’m trying to take some comfort in written words, yeah, Tim I heard your album and it’s better than good. When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together. 
Because I’ve been feeling sentimental for days gone by… all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting out time. Remember all those songs and the way we smiled in those basements made of music?
But now I’ve got to crawl to get anywhere at all. I’m not as strong as I thought. 
So when I’m lost in a crowd, I hope that you’ll pick me out. Oh, how I, I long to be found. The grass grew high. I laid down. Now, I wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. I’ve been laying so low don’t wanna lay here no more. 
Don’t wanna lay here no more.
Don’t wanna lay here no more.
Don’t wanna lay here no more.
No more… more… 



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