My past haunts me.

Memories flow back.

Mind gets overloaded.

And I still stayed up late for an early day tomorrow.

My past haunts me.

It really does. It has a habit of creeping up quietly behind me, and then when I'm enjoying the present and expecting the future, it bites down on my leg and it never lets go.

So much for being the positive energy in the trio. I wonder if there's a trio. Maybe there is, but I'm not in it.

The past is back to haunt me, definitely. Just today I met her again. And her group of friends. My one hit wonder. One hit disaster. One hit knockout.

I couldn't eat my dinner in peace. People from the past like to show up. Again and again.

One more time. One more week. Until this weekend. I'll see.