What a disaster

Wow haven't posted anything in ages.
These are my disaster jeans. What to do with them?

This first photo shows the color against my black leggings so you can actually see the difference.

Finny Apostrophe

So this is something I've had for awhile, it's an apostrophe I wrote for my English class last year in theme with the novel "A Separate Peace"

So I guess this is a bit of a glance at my writing style.

Finny,

I stand now at that tree, you know the one; the scene of frolick and play; the scene of the disaster. It's looking down at me as if it remembers me -- what I did. It's haunting, and slightly frightful. I wonder if it remembers you too -- your innocence, your teasing but playful demeanor. If that tree could speak it would scold me, comfort you, and surely realize how your falling was never my intention, or an action I thought would occur. If it could, it would tell you the things I couldn't. How sorry I am for what happened, how guilty I feel, and how that guilt helped uncover what I truly thought of you, of myself, and of our odd friendship.

Having gone into war I discovered I had an enemy in myself -- one I wanted to disappear as much as the war. The monster within me was unsatisfied with the way I was, it wanted what you had as well. It wanted your character so badly it almost eliminated you. In a way it was the cause of your death. That thought eats at me.

But Finny know, I had an expression as shocked as yours, I hated me as you did, and it hurt me to admit it as well.

I thank you for bringing the dark side of me to light -- if only because you realized I'm not perfect.

Gene

Memories May Fade

Your voice is gone from my memory

It’s like a knife ripping through me

But your laugh shines through

And I remember you, I’ll always remember you

We’d seen such better days than those leading to your demise

In some ways I think it was mine too

When you left a piece of me went with you

And you’ll never be replaced

I couldn’t do it if I wanted to

Because I remember you, I can’t ever forget you

I can sing a pretty song; lay a flower on your grave

But I can never be strong, not without you here.

Maybe it’s for the better, but I only see the worst

I rely on photographs to get me through, I won’t stop loving you.

Having another think and putting myself down. What else is new? :(