Things to People:

1. Watching you go through things while I’m useless and unable to actually help hurts more than ever.

2. I wish I could hear your voice once more. I wish I could see you smile one more time.

3. Talking to you is like a drug. Gratifying at first, then comes the addiction, then comes the consequences.

Confessions:

I post so many photos, take so many pictures. I feel narcissistic and conceited and unworthy every single time I look at them.

I’m not who I was last year.

Things happen, people change, ideas morph, images waver. Life is a maybe.