Do you ever look at old pictures or videos of you? Not from like when you were two where you couldn’t remember anything.
Pictures from three years ago. Three years ago seems like not too long ago, but it was. So much has happened since then, and honestly I can’t believe it. Three years ago I graduated and had the best friends that I thought would last a lifetime.
Memories that would never be erased. Memories that, now, I only remember because of these videos and pictures. Are they really memories if you can’t remember them?
How can I look at these pictures and see somebody that isn’t me anymore? I was happy, that I do know, but that’s not me. How can I watch these videos of someone else in this body that I now inhibit?
Reading screenshots of old text messages from a phone that I own the number of.
Who are these people? I had these conversations?
Seeing pictures of a tan beauty who didn’t know how to apply makeup except eyelashes.
Who was that? What do I have in common with her?
Oh yeah, nothing. She had different friends than I have. She had a completely different life.
So how can I look back on these things and put it in my head that that’s me? I don’t know if I’m jealous of her or if I feel sorry for her. She has no idea that those ‘friends’ will leave her.
One chooses a relationship over her.
One betrays her and can’t own up to it, so she just stops talking to her.
The ones she takes daily selfies with were just there during the second class of the day, after walking across the stage they just turned into pictures on the phones, and followers on twitter.
One tries to hit on her every time they hang out, he’ll try to slide in while she’s upset over Prince Charming, but he leaves her side when she refuses.
The guy she thinks she’ll end up with isn’t the right one. Doesn’t she think it’s a little weird he wants her to kiss him while he’s living with another? Doesn’t she know he will just do the same to her? If only I could tell her to watch out for the one with the Fijian hair.
Yeah she was happy, but she was so naive.
Ignorance is bliss, isn’t it?
