InsaneJournal

I sit listening to my oldies but goodies songs on my old music player. And this one song comes on and instantly I hate that I didn't go through the door. I hate that I didn't go 'home' while I could.

I'm going to regret not seeing his face, her face. Not... Exacting vengeance when I could. It's because of him that I'm so... fucked up. For the things he did to me, for the things he probably did to Sean when I had to leave or die.

I didn't go because I wasn't sure if the universe there worked the same as the ones back home do. If you stepped through a rip in time that the same people were there, either dead or living different lives. I was a coward.

Moral to the story, don't take trips down memory lane if your lane is full of broken limbs, battered faces, and scars from belt buckles.