I recently found a friend from high school for years wondering what happened to her.
I have learned some people have better memories for the past than others.
Many times I have been tempted to friend her but I know if she had wanted to find me she could have .
With all this stress I am going through with my life with my Mom I think I am sorta doing doing this self punishment to myself looking up people I had conflict with and ones I lost touch with .
In the end all it does is make me feel bad about myself and I have to stop it.
They have kids and their lives have progressed. I myself feel like I fell into the play " The Glass Menagerie" ( as a sidenote my mother played the mother in that play in High school and even named me after the daughter "Laura" from the play--creepy eh?)
I am picking up the guitar again trying to feel the me that is me and not the parts of me I lost along the way in my journey by giving too much