I'm in one of those moods...

I'm going in circles. I want to move onn! Every single time a new pic pops up it makes me wanna go back and relive that moment. I guess I should be happy it happened. But at the same time it makes me want something that I can't have... and we all know how this works. We want more of what we can't have... and we keep seeking it. It's such a bitter sweet feeling.

I wonder what it's like to be on the other side of this mirror. I wonder if that person thinks about it at all, if he look at pictures and wonder, what if. What if I'm the one sitting here aimlessly thinking about something that really had nothing to it? I'm pretty sure that's the case, but sometimes that hope is what keeps me going. I have to believe that there is something there... until the next thing pops up, sweeps me off my feet and takes me away from meaningless actions and memories.