Pictures of you

It didn’t go down very well with my mum. But I’m putting it behind me, and it’s something I don’t want to go into detail on. Yesterday morning I woke up a happier person. I dreaded the day, but my day became calmer, more relaxed, than others this past week.

I don’t know what really made me feel like I had changed, but I guess despite things going down pretty crap, and nearly crying myself to sleep, my mum and I haven’t been too bad. I guess deep down, I’m ticked off that I still can’t go and hang out with friends, but what the heck. There’s the telephone and internet – I talked to James on the phone the other day; I forgot how much I loved talking about anything and everything. β™₯️

I’m also just trying to put the bad things behind me. I found myself being awfully nice to the children at work, even the ones I normally can’t deal with or put up with.

Even seeing a big blob of comments in WordPress didn’t seem to worry me in the slightest. I might fall behind again, but I feel like they’re not the most important thing on my mind.

Last night I smiled so hard; Daniel and I were smiling until our cheekbones fucking hurt. πŸ˜„ I couldn’t believe how much I was grinning. Just a night chatting to friends online. I think I always took those little chats for granted, because I felt really happy.

Taking for granted? I don’t know how Sebby and I managed a 10MB chat log in just a month. 😰 Lilian’s and mine, as well as James’s and mine, continue to grow more hugely each day. It’s funny when you document these things.

I looked at the photographs in photo frames around my room today. They capture wonderful moments, but who really prints off their photographs anymore? For some time after I used my digital camera, I started printing the best ones to slip into photo frames. It wasted a lot of ink and I simply printed them on paper. πŸ˜›

I still have an old camera lying in my shelf; the old “retro” kind where you have to look through the viewfinder before you shoot. It costs so much to develop onto film now. I don’t even think it’s worth it. My family have a machine that prints straight from a digital camera onto photo paper, but the photo paper is also mighty expensive.

My dad says it’s cheaper to hop over to the store and use the photo machines, which charge about 12 cents a photo.

I don’t know. But I’d hate to lose copies of memories. It’s funny, how times have changed. People take photos on their phones. We save things on our computers. The world goes digital, but memoirs of good moments don’t have to be pieces of paper or things. Heck, they don’t even have to be digital files, of JPG, PNG, MP3 and who knows what. Most of it… is all in the mind. β™₯️

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