Regret
So I’m moving all of my stuff out of my old place and I found my high school yearbook from senior year. I decide to read through all the notes people wrote in it since I haven’t seen it since then. As I read it I can’t help but feel a mix of happiness and regret because it’s filled with all these messages of friendship and how great of a person they thought I was and promises that we never kept to hang out sometime with phone numbers to keep in touch. I can’t help but feel like a fool for not realizing all the connections I made in high school that I never kept up with because I remember all I felt back then was that I had no “real” friends and looking through this I realize that I had plenty of friends just no real confidence in myself. Now that I’ve grown up I just want to reach out and almost apologize for being a shitty friend and make sure the friends I have now don’t become distant as I move on from college to what comes next. This all reminds me of something I saw on tv or Facebook which was ” I wish there was a way to know we are in the good old days before they’re gone.”
