I guess that’s the thing about the past… you don’t really know what to do with it.

You can either be sad and sulk about it or muster everything you have in you and just face the ugly truth. You screwed you, you can’t do anything about it and forever will you have to live with the horrible stories of “that one time…”

I don’t know though. What do I do with a past like mine? And what do I do with things I want to say that I might regret not saying..

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