  today we were looking at the pictures i didn't think they would make me feel all ugly inside all torn apart but sadly they did same for her but not as much as me.
she wouldn't know. i remember it so well. all those days. 'having the time of my life' always there that is what you were change happens this I know but my question is this why is change always for the worst and the things we want to change never do they say everyone has changed even myself I do not know if I am better or worse but you certainly are not you the occasional glimpse that is all I get do you remember?
perhaps shocked. that is what I was. such a quick transformation so quick that I didn't have time to stop it so quick that I didn't get a chance to breathe so quick I didn't get to tell you every last thing tell you everything I wanted you to remember before you decided to die or maybe I have it all wrong maybe I am the one hiding because I was the one who died but if that is true and I am dead what does that make you? certainly not alive. certainly not. 
