Remembering You.

Sometimes I feel wierd thinking about all those times we spent together... And I wonder, will anything ever be the same for me again? I spend so much more time worrying about this crap then anything. It gets to me sometimes. When I'm in my bedroom alone late at night. I start to ponder about what used to be. How could someone just forget? We had a hard relationship. It really was like I was in a movie or something. Parents hating eachother, school never working out, work drama, and our social life being ruind. Everybody says that you learn from the mistakes you made and know never to do them again. But how come I feel like I can still change things sometimes? Is it wrong to think that? That maybe somehow in this remotely bizarre world of mine...I can actually change what happened in the past? And what if I can? What would I change, what wouldn't I change. There are so many things in my young life that I already regret, and I also think that I learned a lot from it. But maybe not enough. Remembering you is the most stressful yet, touching times I have. Sometimes they make me smile...And others they make me fall apart. But from all that has happened in the past? I know that I would rather be hurt my all the painful and beautiful memories...then not have any of them at all.