sometimes, i think of all of the stuff we used to do together, the pictures we used to take, the conversations we had. and i'm jealous of those times... because i don't know where they went.
i feel like i'm falling apart with a lot of people. then i think its paranoia. then i don't know quite what to think.
i can't wait for the beach, i'm hoping to steal the nikon down there from my daddy and take some amazing pictures(:
