Torture
I just spent the last hour or so reading over old convos with friends. Some from 8th grade, some from last week. Upon finishing them, (102 in total) i am saddened, mad at myself for being dumb and utterly confused as to why i went through the pain of reading things that saddened me then and do know, wtf. Intresting how things change though. I wonder whats worse, that i was being fed lies, or that i suspected them and still baught into them. I wish i could go back a few years and change things. While im pleased with where i am today and like me, there are just some decisions i made that were so boneheaded that i wish i had the chance to fix em and change em.