let's runaway and don't ever look back

The past suddenly seems to be flooding back into my head. Every little detail that has happened. What anyone has done. What anyone has said. I remember how I felt at any point in time. I remember watching and pretending not to notice. I remember using distractions. The people walking past. The trees. The cars. Watching people have fun. Watching people get scared out of their wits. I remember doing things I regretted.

Here I am, right now, listening to songs through my earphones, in my mom's office, facing my childhood friend, surrounded by adults busily working. Wondering how I can feel this way right now.

How ironic, the first sentence in this post. "don't ever look back"
I'm sorry, I'm stupid, but I don't care. I make mistakes, I do regrettable things, I still don't care. Because I know, I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale. My life ain't perfect, and I accept that. But I hope to improve it. And I hope to always have certain people in my life. In fact, I hope to have many of the current people in my life, forever.