the image I supply is fly

it's like seeing the world for the first time; colors and textures up close and in focus. it's like adjusting a camera lens into focus and finally seeing the photograph you want to remember. I see everything so clearly now.

I love the smell of photography. chemicals.

I'm progressing, and changing. I walked through one of my favorite stores last night to find that I desired nothing within those walls. There was not a piece of clothing that I wanted to try on.

I guess I've finally grown out of that "stage".
Needless to say, it is not one of my favorite stores anymore.

B and I saw one of his ex-girfriends at the mall last night. I smiled at her, not realizing who she was or what she had done two years ago. "She was the one who was spreading all those rumors about me, remember?" Oh yes, now I remember. I thought about leaving you because of those rumors; I almost left.

But I sincerely did not remember. Maybe I've changed that much? I used to remember everything like that.

That's why B hates the mall; too many ghosts.