saying hello to old goodbyesDon't live in the past, they say,You won't get to enjoy your future.As for me, I don't live in my past,But I do like to sayHello every now and then.And only every now and then.I mean, who wants to live in their past?It's full of mistakes,Embarrassment, tears, stupidity,"If only I did this...." moments.But, you know, the past canBe kind of amazing too.Full of old friends and old loves,laughter, the beauty of innocence,"I'm so glad I did this!!" moments.I like to visit them all. The good and the bad.I remember kindergarten,Chasing the many boys All over the playground.I remember fourth grade, Giving the
G.E.A.A.T.T.T.I.B. part 4Serendipity11/27/11 I wish I could run all day. Running gives me power. That is the key to my addiction to running. Power. There is nothing like the feeling of the wind pushing against me, my blood chilling with the cold air, my visible breath going along with the rhythm of my feet pounding pavement. Everything bad in my life is let go. My problems are left scattered on the ground, lost and abandoned, as I leap high into to the air and leave it all behind. And when I come back, I feel ready to battle the world. I come back with more energy than what I
G.E.A.A.T.T.T.I.B. part 3Claire11/27/11 I was tired, cranky, and did not want to be messed with. "Damn it," I muttered, "I hate hangovers." Someone snored next to me. I had no idea who he was. Jake? John? Or was it something like Anthony? My head hurt too much to remember. Where ever I was, it smelled like beer and sex. I sat up and realized I was naked. Looking under the covers I saw that Jake/John/Anthony was naked too. He must have made me really happy last night. I laughed. Then I looked at his face again. My eyes threw up