Pursuing the past

As I sit in front of my computer, there is a family photograph sitting on top of the monitor (taken around the time I was 2 or 3).

Gazing upon it, I can't help but wonder where everything started to go wrong.

It's hard looking back at photos that are left behind in the backs of various drawers.

To see all the smiling faces and the happiness that once came into our lives, as a family.

And now I look at everything, and we're suddenly breaking apart.

What is one to do, but to accept change and to forget the past?

I'm scatterbrained right now, as I always find this blog rather hard to write now. I had begun writing entries before this, but they are saved as drafts. I'm losing touch with myself. It's not good.