Disparate Youth.

Why are my hands in my pockets in every single photo? Well, to be completely honest, I hate being photographed. It makes me uncomfortable, I never no how to pose or what the fuck am I supposed to do with my hands. Whatever I try to do, I end up looking like 12-year-old me posing for my Facebook profile photo (they were absolutely horrid). Even after so much time in the blogging community, I still can't get the hang of it. Maybe someday I will. Maybe.

Just like in my last OOTD post, I am once again wearing a piece I found in the back of my mom's closet. I found this top quiet some time ago (maybe a year or two) and sort of forgot about it. I went through my closet the other day, and when I came across it I instantly fell in-love with it. 

Without the breaks and weekends I have left, I'll be graduating from high-school in two and a half weeks. I cannot wait. However, there are some things I'll miss. I had some great teachers and made lovely friends. I'll miss seeing them on recesses, complaining about everything and anythings, and just being together. 

Have a lovely weekend and Happy Shavuot! 

Alona

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