In this life like weeds you're a rock to me...
Yikes! I just got done reading some oldie journal entries and such. It's weird...the things in your past you forget about until something comes along to remind you. I'm scared to go too far back. Afraid of what I might find. Afraid of what I've done. I do kind of regret deleting all my entries and starting a new at one point though. Those are memories I may never have again. It's crazy how people in your life drift in and out of importance. One day they are everything, but days/weeks/months/years later they hardly even cross your mind. If only you'd tried a little harder to keep them. Regret is okay, but letting it take over your life is lame.