Sometimes, your past comes back to haunt you.

Sometimes, it’s someone connected to your past that taunts you.

Too many memories.

Oh well.

Water under the bridge and all that shit. People are entitled to do stupid things when they’re young, and I am no exception.

But I’m done crying, I’m done regretting, long, long ago, and there is no point thinking about what might have been.

Today is a good day, and tomorrow will be even better.