Last night I got hit by this huge wave of nostalgia. I went through my yearbooks, and now I’m just sad. It’s funny how time blurs reality. There really is no reason I should have regrets from high school. It’s pretty obvious no one regrets me. That alone is motivation to get my head out of the past. I came away with everything worth taking along. The people worth it are still my friends, and those that weren’t are forgotten.