In the past, visiting my old MySpace page has been a source of amusement and joy. Looking back at the very beginnings of communication between me and Mathew, viewing vile photos... it's always something I've quite enjoyed as a form of procastination and entertainment.
Tonight, however, I think I delved too far in to the past. I ended up in the forgotten realm of lost friends and vile break ups. I had painted and held up an illusion of the way things were and I am left feeling utterly depressed at the naiviety of my depiction.
There is a reason MySpace was left behind. Just as it is forever important to move on and look forward, abandoning these things allows us to throw away the past, think of it as we please and leave it in a place so that we can't even think of comparing it to how things are now.
I'm not sure the girl in this photo would believe me if she knew how things are now.