drunken babble.

Pictures are so weird. Or maybe I'm just stoned. It's so strange to go through old pictures, whether they be from a year ago or a week ago. It's just... a moment captured in time. And as I look through them, I remember that exact moment, how I felt, what was happening, the story behind it. And as I look through pictures, all of these old memories come rushing back to me and it's almost overwhelming. It makes me realize how many good times I've had with friends, how much I appreciate everything that I have experienced, and it reminds me of the people that have helped me to become who I am now. Good and bad, both make me feel teary eyed.

I am an incredibly lucky human being.