Memorial
As most of you know, I’m a huge picture nut. I love taking pictures; I love everything that has to do with it. However, what most of you don’t know is that after I take them, and develop them and put them in my albums… I look at them almost every day… all of them. Everything from baby pictures up to pictures of Richard and I. I look at them nearly every day and I cry. You all have been great friends to me over the years. Sure, I’m not friends with everyone, and I do have some people that don’t like me that I considered at one time or another to be a great friend. In fact, some of those people might read this. But I look at all the pictures because when I do, I close my eyes and I think about that exact moment in time. What things were like, who I knew, who I was dating, how happy we all were, what we were talking about, what I had to do that day… All the pictures I have ever taken make me cry when I look at them. My point is, is that I cried even harder when I looked at them today. I realized something today when I was talking to Dewayne. You all are my friends, no doubt about that. But think about this… I stopped hanging out with all my old friends because I started smoking pot. Then when I stopped smoking pot, I stopped hanging out with all my new friends. To this day, If I’m not at work or at CFCC in a class, I’m here, at home, with Richard and his cousin. I don’t go out, I don’t hang out with anyone, I never go anywhere or do anything. Literally. I will admit that I was wrong to ditch my friends for pot, and then ditch even more friends because I wanted to quit… I was wrong. It was a horrible thing, and I never should have stopped spending time with anyone. But you know what? I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Sure, I wish I had somewhere to go on a Friday night so that I wasn’t sitting home alone watching FRIENDS and CSI reruns. But that doesn’t mean I regret anything. Everything has been a very big learning experience for me. Most of the people who read this, are still my friends. But if I call you all to hang out, you’re busy, already have plans, have class or work, whatever. So I’ve decided to come to terms with the fact that my teenage years are over. I’m already practically a wife. Between school, work, cleaning, and cooking, I barely have enough time to hang out at all anyways. I’m sure I’ll hang out with some of you at one point or another in the future, but let’s face it. We have to be grown-ups now. We have to face that... even though we dont want to. That doesnt mean we stop doing things were doing now, it just means we have to realize that playtime is over and we need to get out there in the world and start living life. So below, I took some pictures from my computer database of digital photos and made sort of a memorial, if you will, to what I would call “the good old days.” There are plenty of pictures and good memories missing, because I don’t have everyone or all of them on the computer in front of me. Please don’t be offended if you can’t find yourself. Go ahead, have a look. I think you’ll like it. *muahz*
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Barbara
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Barbara