drifting back to a time gone by

i'm almost twenty. which means i've finished about a quarter of my life span, roughly approximated that is.
these past twenty years, i don't really remember what i've done. maybe i'll go look at old photo albums when i go back to the g-towne this summer.

i somehow feel the urge to stop moving, take a deep breath, and sit on my chair in this empty room, thinking about the past. people say, "forget the past, you can't change it." but i don't want to change it. past was good. i think i have forgotten all the bad things that happened in the past, and all that's left is the good ones.

i found some pictures in my computer that's been sitting there since the day i got this computer





















and i found some pictures of my sister when she WAS cute