What am I doing here?

Old memories, bad memories, unable to find closure for so old of wound.

What have I learned?

Regret, I have learned to deal with the feeling of regret. I have learned to deal with knowing that I have hurt so many and have in turn been hurt.

Why do these memories keep coming back?

Am I going to be one of those old ladies who dwells in the past, never thinking that her blathering may be uninteresting to everyone around? Someone who believes her past is the only thing she has left to hold onto?

I hope not. Because I pretty much fucked my past up. I've no fond memories of getting praised my parents because I got on the honor roll. I don't have any grand childhood adventures that I can recall. I have done nothing truly amazing in my life and I probably never will.