I hate it when you just think about the past. The good memories come back and it gets you all giddy, but what about the bad, bad, bad mistakes you made? GAH. I hate it when it pisses the shit outta me when I think about how naive I was and how freaking blind and stupid I was. I just think, what. the. freaking. fuck. It's so freaking frustrating thinking about the crappy past, but once your mind wanders there, it takes a huge push for it to go elsewhere. Spending a few hours with two people that make me happy tomorrow ought to do it.