There's no sense in it. I have no interest in revisiting my freshman year of high school. People change, grow, move on. And you gotta understand, I grew to hate this girl. She was psycho; she lived in some alternate reality wherein I could catch her cheating on me, and yet it would somehow end up being my fault, as if I drove her to cheat. Shit like that. I'm in a very happy, stable relationship now, for the first time, with a wonderful woman whom I trust and love very much; it took me a long time to get over my fears and paranoia to get to that point, and a lot of those fears can be directly attributed to my relationship w/ this girl.
Speaking of which, it's kayhoe's birthday today. Happy birthday, baby!