I catch myself thinking that quite often. This time last year. Not daily but when I have a second to actually sit and think my mind tends to wonder to that subject. This time last year. I try to go back as far as I can, but as my life gets more and more hectic the memories seem to fade more easily. I try to get as specific as I can get, not juts a general outlook. Well, this time last year I was hated by a great deal of people for a fight at home coming, I had the greatest friend in the world who made everything better and the fact I was hated not matter. I don’t know how you did it but a day didn’t pass where there wasn’t a smile on my face. And I met you for the first time. February 3rd to be exact. I asked you about piercing my septum, you asked for my number, and the rest is history. This time last year I couldn’t go a night without talking to you on the phone. It’s crazy to think about really, this time last year, it almost becomes painful. Not being able to have that happiness anymore. It is almost like a voice saying to you “it’s all down hill from here.” This time last year.