high times

now.
you know that thing when someone is supposed to like who they are, and love themselves?

i just felt like looking at old photos when slowly, i started looking at the ones of me and my friends (circa '09-'11). suddenly those moments in the pictures just started slipping into my brain -or maybe they were just buried and waiting to be dug up again- they were true. i felt true. like i was alive.

and i couldnt wait to let it all go.

i became nothing far from who i was -fortunately- whatever it is. but still
i like the me i was, better than whatever i am today. much much better.
i love the me i was.

now that i look back on it... how did it all go away? why?



i guess i let that happen again -OR- i made it happen.