I've always loved scrapbooks. They're like photo albums crossed with diaries mixed in with a knick-knack box. They tell a story like nothing else.

It's fascinating when you look back at the things you've collected over the years and you decide to put them all together. You think about chronology and patterns... how they fit together... how they make sense... how exactly they influenced you and made you the person that you are today.

You augment things and dress them up. You decide which memories to include and which to throw away.

Everything that didn't make sense before suddenly do and you wonder how that happened. Even once painful memories look beautiful.

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I just thought I meant a little bit more to you that you would wait a little before you replaced me.

If you only knew how much I loved you and how deeply I cared maybe you wouldn't be so insensitive.

All I wanted was a little bit of respect. How could you be so cruel?

I've done a lot of things wrong but I certainly don't deserve this.

But I forgive you. If you're happy...

I forgive you.

Good God, I am truly pathetic.