Old Photos

Peter found it extraordinarily amusing the way a couple of old photos could bring him back so many memories, he always told him self "a picture is only worth a thousand words" but his own pictures... Pictures that he took while behind the camera, those are worth so much more than just a thousand.. He remembered the times he fell, cut his face, the times he flew, the times he went to school, blazed, the times he sat in class, or at the park, on the beach watching the sunrise while he skipped first period, he remembered the laughs, the foreign friends that barely spoke English, the freshmen, the seniors, the hallways, his true love, his first grudge. Peter wasn't always this hateful, depressed freak. He remembers being somewhat happy at one point or another, a time when people actually wanted to be around him, and him around them. Now a days the people that want to be around Peter, he wants nothing to do with. Peter thought about the future. He was actually excited! "A change of atmosphere will do me good!" And it was true. He was running the same routine on a daily basis, and it's been this way for almost 3 years. It's killing him. He was allowed to do anything he wanted, but he didn't allow himself to do anything..