I made many good friends in high school. Had a good time, wish I had done some things differently, but even the mistakes helped teach lessons and develop me into the man I am today. I regret none of it...all of my regrets are rooted after the fact. Some friendships that should've ended a lot quicker than they did, and some relationships that you wished you could have stayed in touch...some money saved...some time reclaimed...but the one thing I regret the most is how I would've interacted with friends of mine before they had died. Its still kinda weird thinking about how you'll never see them again, you'll never share those inside jokes, shared experiences, and you can't help but wonder if you'll never forget them or if they'll fade in time...and you don't want that to fade, because it hit home pretty hard....someone defined as your equal just kinda dashed from existence. It could be you. It could be the last person you hung out with. Makes you somehow a lot more picky about who you spend time with, who you invest memories into.
...There's some valuable shit to be had, when you wade through the drama, of course...the hormones. The stupidity. It's valuable time spent. Every moment...that clock just keeps tickin.
"I sail through a golden nexus. By tanks with armor that glisten. I watch and I play with creations, and what I'm not reading, I listen." <-