I miss my past. I wish things would still be how it was then. I know i could never turn back time. The only way for me to hold on: by reading and looking through everything that was in black and white. Im a wuss, im a wreck. I knew it was too good to be true.

the thought of knowing when i want it its not there, when i have it i never cared brought silent drops of grief rolling down my cheeks.