ignacia_tjx

The photograph was taken in 2017, on my senior year’s trip to school. For a week we traveled through different cities in southern Chile: parks and nature reserves were our main attraction. At the time, I had my first serious relationship. My boyfriend kept calling me to find out who was with me, who was looking at me, what I was doing and what I was wearing. Most of my ex-clasmmates have good memories of the trip, but I don’t. I felt that I was not well, that I didn’t fit in with anyone, that nobody underestimated me. My mother was very far away. But anyway, if I had been close, there would have been no difference. I couldn’t count on anyone. I felt bad and alone. I was photographed in front of one of the small waterfalls, before the "Salto del laja" in Los Ángeles. Burdened by my feelings, I cried as I watched the water fall. At the moment, to friends came to hug me. I dropped all my tears. Since then, I broke off with my boyfriend, my mom and any toxic person who

I think that I am a person who could have more hobbies, but actually has more pastimes. Now, I am studiying at the university and my course (journalism) is very broad. For that reason, I'm learning and doing differents things -wich are funny too- all the time. But, when I'm unoccupied I'm spending a lot of time reading things about my course, or books about fantasy, crimes and any history that might be interesting. I like to see these histories turned into movies. And, ussually, when I'm not listening radio or reading thes newspapers, I see documentaries. About two months ago, I learned how to take pictures at the class of "Fotoperiodismo". With the girls who lived with me, and a camera loaned by the university, I tried to take differents photos. Now, a few days ago, I downloaded Doulingo to practice my english. But, when I saw the available languages, I check the option of french and i liked that. Since then, I practiced a lot and i took that as a pa