Bloody Valentine

Actually I had no intention of this being for valentines day. It just so happens that we are in the process of moving, and doing some major cleaning - sifting through things and throwing stuff out, lightening the load so to speak. Well, amiss it all I found a bunch of old sketchbooks and journals. So many fond memories and such were in there, but even the good ones had a bit of an edge to it. Memories with old friends, who I did a fabulous job of pushing away later. Its great to have those memories to look back on but at the same time, it feels like my heart is being ripped out and stomped on knowing that I fucked it up with them. It was a long time ago, and we are all, at the very least, facebook friends again but things of course will never be like they were.