You Could Be Happy

And I won't know.

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You Could Be Happy by Snow Patrol

My mood at the moment dwells on the thin border of optimism and pessimism. Happy because of the youth meeting today, and I've gotten some work done at least. Disappointed because I miss you, and that sunken feeling seems to incorporate itself with everything I do. Or maybe that's just me feeling strongly.

A few months ago, I deleted old photos of us when we used to be together. I found no need in them and they took up space in my computer. It took me two days to clean out those useless documents and images on my computer, and I bought a laptop the following month to start a fresh.

I was webcaming with a friend last night and the subject of PhotoBucket came up. We had both started using PhotoBucket since 2006 and came up with the idea of 'let's go back to the very first page of our PhotoBuckets and copy and paste links of embarrassing photos'. I called a stop to page 21 (I had 36 pages of photos) when I found old photos of the two of us. Last year I would've cried over these photos, or even feel a tinge of embarrassment, but the first thing that ran through my mind was "OHMYSHIT! WE WERE SO CUTE!" and there was a baby photo of you and I seriously wanted to hug my computer and crush it to death. I've hated you for so long but the anger had lifted itself last night.

I went on your MySpace and compared the photos, and my, we look so different! It felt immature to indulge in these memories, but that was it for the night. I refuse to post the photos up on PhotoBucket, but if you're curious, you know where to find me ;)