Trapped by Codrina Cazacu
Photographer statement: I felt like a stranger, trapped in my own body. There was too many things grinding up my insides, wearing my mind and my sanity down and not letting me sleep at night.
I would give anything to just be able to let go and escape, even for one day, and float away like dandelion fluff in the wind. x
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.