I keep having dreams about old friends, both those I wish I could be friends with again and those I wish I hadn't stuck around with for so long. I made so many mistakes when I was younger, it seems I choose all the wrong paths, hurt all the wrong people. People who didn't deserve it, friends who had done nothing but good by me and I abandoned them, I turned them away. I was cruel when people just needed a little kindness. I can't stop thinking about it and I can't forget, like all my mistakes are as clear as the day I made them.