a picture is worth three words; i miss you.

each picture slides by and i'm struck by the complete and total happiness in each one. the smiles, the sincerity, the memories.

the thing about pictures is that they capture the moment and all the happiness in it, and the leave out the fights, the drama, the heartaches and the breakups. who doesn't smile and look happy for a picture? who doesn't act like they're having the time of thier lives?

i'm sitting here, going through all the pictures of the past year, and it strikes me like a horrible horrible omen. these people, these friends and boyfriends and family members, even acquaintences, they are my life. they keep me sane. they keep me stable. they keep me happy and keep me grounded in life.

it's a constant battle with my innermost self but the eventual outcome is one of utter helplessness. what can i honestly do? i feel the need to run, to escape, to clain my own identity but i cling to these moments in time, these people in my life as if they are the only things keeping me alive.

so here's to the old friends. here's to the old memories. senior year. house parties. beach tares. camping trips. dances. here's to it all. to every person i carried on a lasting battle with, (what was the point?) to every ex i held harsh feelings against, (i'm over it now) to everyone i didn't think of as a close friend, (i realize now that you are) here's to the end.

a picture is worth a thousand words, right? wrong. a picture is worth simply three; "i miss you", and those are the words that will go through your mind as you reminise. those are the words i know will be running through mine, as a year from now i am somewhere new and completely free of any emotional attachments.