911, we have a wreck on Memory Lane...

I don't like looking back into the past. To glance is one thing, to look and examine is another.

I don't want to go into much detail. I hate drawing that kind of attention to myself.

I could throw a little pity party, invite all my pals, have some bitter cake and frost-bitten ice cream, and reminisce on all the painful memories. Oh yeah, sounds like a blast.

So, I will spare you the miserable experience.

Honestly, I am ashamed of my past, of who I was, what I did, and the things I let happen. If someone were to present to me the opportunity to have my memory erased, I would probably go for it. I have always wanted to wake up with amnesia. The condition has always fascinated me. It would be the ultimate clean slate to start over and find out who you truly are.

But I'm drifting from the point...if there even is one...

Let's just say that I can't wait to leave this town and these people. I can't wait to move on. I can't wait to never look back on the last 19 years due to being too enthralled with the glorious present and the thrill of the future.