/Uninspired, Well Does It Help You To/Know That I Believe in You/

[jackofallgeeks]

There it is.
Just sitting there.
Mocking me.
No, it's not Spooky. No, it's not my homework. No, it's not a chocolate cake.
It's my picture album.

I want to look at it. pictures are good, especially for one with a memory such as mine. But there are pictures of Emily in there.
Damn I wish things were simple.
See, it's not that I don't want to look at pictures of her. Or think about her. Or remember how it used to be.
Or maybe it is.
Whatever's going on, I want to look at my pictures, but anytime I think about reaching the, what, two feet to grab it, I simply freeze.

In other news, my hard drive is almost filled to bursting again. So I'm zipping everything I can concievably live without, and I'm going to burn them onto CDs. Sometime.

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At 3:30 in the morning, gimme a break if I sound dumb

[surichan.livejournal.com]

Maybe it would help you overcome whatever it is you were feeling if you could just go ahead and flip through your album. Kinda like doing something that scares you, and then you get over that fear, at least a little, right?

I remember, not too long ago, when you used to tell me that pictures were the best things to have around, and you used to quote a song to me: "Don't even have pictures/just memories to hold/grow sweeter each season/as we slowly grow old", and I remember you saying that that sounded nice, but you'd rather have pictures too.

So go ahead and look through them. You might feel better.