Apparently, i was a baby once.
I didn't remember, when i posted "Memories of Innocence", that there were lots of old photographs of me as a baby still around.
Ah, sweet, lovely babies!
Knowing i'm going to die without having a wife and babies adds a special kind of torture to my daily life, hopelessness from a distant delusion.
There's a feeling inside me, when i look at myself as a baby.
I wanted to add more photographs, but many i didn't like or were in bad shape, and i was going to post this on my birthday, but i decided to upload only these 3 now, and be done with it.
Sometimes i forget i'm just talking to myself, and none of this really matters.
Here blog, carry these for me too, i'll edit a couple more in later on.
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| This one, i like the most. Eating some biscuit. My face and hair suits me well here. Yes, that was me! *sigh* |
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| For less than half of my life, i did have birthday parties, and other family events outside home. |
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| Inside the church, near where i live, that i used to go to every sunday, until i became a teenager. |
