turning cursive letters into knives

this is a picture of me, age 15, on valentine’s day 2004 with my best friend at the time, suzie. man i was skinny and my hair was not so cute but i miss suzie everyday, especially recently. i feel like i’m one of those people who continues to dwell on the past and i’m always the one who starts the “remember when” conversation. i see how that’s a bad thing, but i don’t think it’s always bad. it’s good to remember things and where you came from. i don’t know. feelin’ weird 2012.