throwback

I ran into my 5th grade teacher today. That was always my favorite year.
I don't know, it's so ironic, because recently, I've been but thinking about high school, jr. high, & elementary school.
I wish I didn't mess up so badly.
I KNOW I could've done so much better. It's my fault though, & now, all I can do is grow from the experience.

Some things just weren't meant to work out.

As much as we try to look past all the faults that bother us, they're still there. How long can one ignore something so plain in view? Are we suppose to feel better by trying to forget and pretend that certain events never occurred? that words were not said? actions not been done? we can't.
not forever.
we have to deal with the consequences.

I've been an emotional wreck before due to the choices I've made. The risks I've taken. The chances I've wasted.
& every mistake i make still haunts me.

but i digress..

No one's perfect. & I am no exception.
To punish myself for being anything less would be pointless.
SHIT HAPPENS, & i move on to something more worthy of my attention.