12:51 AM >> Yore

I am always trying to recapture the past. Whether through music or movies or old t-shirts, I want to relive the past glory. I do not look to the future. I cannot. I have no hope in my heart. I can only think of the past glories which grow more glorified with each passing day. In the future all I see is stress and anxiety and the possibility of f-ing it all up. In the past I can see fun times and victory and gloriousness. And I wish I were there again. What is there ahead of me? Just a bunch of crap. Nothing to look forward to. Just more and more chances to blow it. More time to think about what was. But will I one day look back upon today as such a glorious time? 90% probably. That is the f-ed up part.