#148

Teenage girlhood isn't hell. I'm glad I'm over it, though.
My best student organised this post secret exhibition in school (for which I'm so proud, even if I have no reason to be). It was such a great idea, and I could feel goosebumps on my skin when I went through it, alone. It reminded me of so many things, an entire era of my life which I've now got over with. The Virgin Suicides, kind of. Sometimes funny, sometimes tragic -- sometimes hopeful, sometimes suicidal -- and so true-to-life.
(In order to understand the first picture better, you have to remember that it's a girls' school.)