With the weekend trip to Seattle coming it, I can't help but be reminded of a chunk of my past I'd rather forget. Who knows what will happen once I get there. Who knows...
I'm swimming in a sea of regret at the moment. Maybe this ill feeling I've had for days is a subconscious manifestation of stress as I come closer and closer--in time and distance--to facing the reason so many things ended up going so very, very, wrong.
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way