I'm decluttering my gallery, but in order to do that I have to go back and look at each individual picture.
It strikes me as sad, but also there isn't a photograph that I don't find beatuiful,
it's sad because these are my memories that I'm putting away and revisting.
Memories of freshman year when things were so much simpler,
like "Hide Me? lol", I loved that hat and bought it when I was a freshman, I gave that hat away to a very dear friend and lover, or "Attitude" that was my sister at our friend's 15th or 16th birthday party. There are pictures of my sister, of friends, places at my oldest school, of how I used to dresS.
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