i chanced upon my shutterfly account when i was looking through my archives.

i haven't touched it for 2 years ever since fb came in as the 3rd party.

only 2 years.

but i felt that i've evolved so much.

this happy girl who used to be me now seems like a stranger to me.

i loathed the way she wrote her blog entries.

i laughed at her fashion sense.

i smirked at how she included every single detail in her entries.

i mocked her innocence and trust in her future self to remember these things.

yet at the same time, i am jealous.

i've lost much memories about her.