thepast

"i sing songs about the past, how i was raised and i was thrown out on my ass 'cause i didn't care about going to school. and i saw the look in her eyes, my mother nearly cried when i told her that i wanted to go just to prove them wrong. i've been smoking cigarettes since i was only fourteen just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me." the past - nevershoutnever
before i begin, if you haven't heard of nevershoutnever or christofer drew, or you don't like him, shut up and go check him out, he's amazing and has so much talent. don't judge because of his voice, listen to what he has to say. for example, go on youtube and visit his channel "nevershoutneverblogs" and listen to sellout.

now, back to blogging.

when asked if they could go back in time to fix past mistakes, almost every single person i know would do it. but i wouldn't. i really wouldn't.
i find that i used to regret things i did so badly that i would cry about it, that's how bad the regret was. but as i've gotten older, as i've come to terms with me and accepting myself for who i am, i've come to the belief of having no regrets because where does regret get you?
that's right, NOWHERE. except in the past where people really shouldn't dwell because you can't change the past, you can only live in the moment and change the future.
regret, for me, is a waste of time. if you don't like what you did in the past, get over it, learn from it and move on, and don't repeat it.
i find that most things in life are unfair, it's true. but you learn to deal with the cards life hands you and make something of them and make them work for you.
when you were little, i'm sure you had a balloon that your parents or somebody gave you and you held onto that balloon because, hell, you were NOT letting it go. it was precious. a lot of memories and moments are like that balloon; a small gift and pleasant and precious. but then by accident, the balloon pops, and the memory is ruined. or you let go of the balloon and you cry and cry as you watch it float away, knowing you can do nothing to save it, just like watching people self-destruct or good times or friends drift apart and away. it's sad.
but you learn to accept the fact that the balloon is going away and not coming back, or you learn to jump and try your damndest to stop it from leaving you.
i've done both. i think.
but most times, i find letting things going is harder to do but it can be more beneficial.
although, fighting can be so hard, and it can be a sign of denial, but it can be so worth it.
i don't mean to be a downer, but sometimes i just need to say these things.
anyways, these are some of my thoughts, i like them, i'm happy with them and me, and that's more than i can say for a lot of people.
so learn to let go.
live.love.break.learn.accept.move on.