The Past

May 11, 2006 00:45

I cannot escape the past.
Like I trap with long delay, I've already triggered it, and only now does it wrap around my ankle in pain.

I learned this the hard way today.
A girl I had a crush on for a long time came into my store, looking better than she did before. She came and left, not even mentioning the fact I knew her or she knew me. The smile on her face is all I needed though..

Thats when I realised my past mistakes have haunted me and my indecision and inactiveness have caused me great harm.
i tried to make up for it, by "popp'n a wheelie" on a speed bump outside of work, doing roughtly 25 miles per hour on my bike..

I pulled too soon and I jumped over it, landing awkardly so I came off my bike seat, having the pedal dig hard into my ankle. I'm bleeding pretty bad I write.

I had the past
and now I hate it.
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