The Past.

I hate it when I get like this. I have so much angst right now. Whenever I start to think about the past, specifically the people of my past, I start feeling this way. I feel like I would love to be rich or famous or something so I could confront them and rub their noses in it. I would seek them out, just for that purpose. This is a sad statement about my life. I guess I just feel rejected by the past. I am where I am now due to the people in my past rejecting me. That is what I believe.

Regrets. I have many. They have left their scars.