#qi-an

No i didn't take them, a photo booth did. 

I swore I'd still be friends with you guys till the end of high school. Out of the few who were in the picture, one remains.

Then again, promises were made to be broken.

I don't know what to do with these. All they're making me do is remember how happy we were in those times.Parading down the stairs, yelling the lyrics to Knockout, huddled together crying about how "hot shinee is`11`1`", one of us stopping and correcting each other's pronunciation, we were koreaboos, but we have never been happier.

People change, and time moves on.

I won't name names so for the sake of privacy I'll give you all stupid nicknames, but obvious ones.

Condiment, i passed your street a few days ago. I meant to mail you the 8th grade photo strip and the two dumb pictures we took at my brothers birthday (last year?), but in my anger a few months back after you called me childish, i tossed the sticky note that hung on my board with your address. The only reason why I remembered was that your street name reminded me of furry woods. Just woods filled with hundreds of furries instead of trees. Dumb, i know, but i guess that's me. I was driving with my mom and had half a mind to turn and show up at your house like "Surprise! I'm driving!", but i couldn't bring myself to hit the brakes.

Shortstack, I saw you a few days ago. We watched a movie along with fish, and kouhai. We even struck up a conversation with tree. Do you remember the first time you invited me to your birthday? Twilight themed everything. We sat in your backyard with your new iTouch, and my dumb little ipod, and filmed what we thought was a ufo, but it turned out to be an airplane. I still have a picture from back then.

I can't bring myself to talk about the other two. I guess after a person loses  that many people, they can't function without the lingering thought that "those people left because I did something wrong."