Next week, on your least favourite show....

I used to think of my life as a sitcom. Then, as a teenage drama-fest. Now, well, now I'm thinking it's more of a drama. Like something awkward one would discuss at a funeral visitation and such.
There's bits that are laughable. Must mostly, the most exciting stuff, there is just depressing, morbid, sad, or terrifying scences.

Sure, the comic relief is great. It's just working through the rest that is getting so tough.

Come back.

I understand that you feel like she means everything to you.

But does that mean I have to mean nothing?

I miss you.

A long time ago, the past caught up to me.

A long time ago, I vowed to myself that I would never have regrets.
I would never let myself have regrets.

A long time ago, my past caught up to me. The past caught up to me.

It's a whole lot harder than I thought, living without regret.

A whole lot more complicated than I ever thought this life could get.

I've lost focus.
Now I feel my past sneaking up behind me.
And the regrets encompassing me.

Today, I will live without regret.
I will live with my past, and not argue against it.
I will look forward, press on, and look back.

I will look behind me, only to see where I've come from. To tell me where to never go again.

I'm moving. I don't know if I'm moving forward or backward. I probably never will.
But as long as I'm moving, I'll be okay.
Even when I think I can't do it, I can't keep the pace, it's alright as long as you just keep pushing