Not because it’s you. I love you like no other, and I’m sure I’ll never love more. But I despise myself for taking photos, wasting time. When I look at them, It makes me wonder why I wasn’t next to you, clinging onto you. Why was I waiting for you to smile, when you never do that for photos and you smiled so much when I wasn’t behind my lens. I wasted so much time. I wish I could go back so badly and destroy my camera, or drop it into the Mon; Spend more time with you, and look at you with my own eyes. Thinking about selling my camera before I see you again. But it just always feels right at the time to try and savor those moments so well.
I hate my camera, it’s worse than the pills I take.
