isnt it funny the joke time plays on you ?

sometimes, time is my own worst enemy. other times its the best. its the only thing that faster than a bandaid, to place over my currently over dramatic heart. time hates me. it makes me go back and forth in my dreams, it lets me dream of what i used to be, and have nightmares of the times i try to forget. time is smart. it lets me forget the easy happy times, yet time after time the bad things dont go away. it seems that everytime you relive a story you remember one little detail that you might have missed the first time.. an accident? a chance meeting? something you forgot? a favor? time.. 

if only i had a time machine, would i really not change anything?

i would go back and make myself a little smarter, leave little details and tips of the things that were never going to come true, that way i wouldnt have cried as much..

but then again, would i be the person i am today? 

who knows.

time only knows my secrets. time knows the answers as well.

time makes me better, but time also hurts me..

and even when you think you left something in the past,

it can come back and haunt you, just as painfully as you did the first time.

oh i was innocent.

back in time, innnocent little stupid me.

slow down girl..

thats what i would have said.

slow down girl, for your life

is going to be tragic no matter what you do.

not everything that glitters, is gold.