It's Father's Day again. Around this time I'd usually be stressing about what present to bring and moaning at my younger brother for trying to claim some of the hard work I put into my present... but this year is different. This year I focused less on what to give and more on who I was giving it to.
Sometimes when it's all too much, when I can no longer take the recurring thoughts in my head I need to escape. Due to the fact that all my money seems to go into lomogaphy, jumping on the next train out of here isn't really a possible option.