every now and then. you pop up in my thoughts. and despite the slight bitter taste in my mouth.. i still think of you fondly. of the simple easy times. and i wish. oh how i wish that things were better. not so uncomfortable, not so misunderstood. i misunderstood, you misunderstood. and we both hurt because of that. back then, and maybe abit now.

it doesn't have to be reciprocal. just know that someone is thinking of you.

the fact that my heart can twinge. makes me feel assured i still can feel (:

i wish i had shots like that of me. rather than have to instruct ppl to take shots in a certain way -.- it feels rather contrived and forced somehow.

it rocks and sucks being the photographer of the group.