I try to make the best of it and turn it into something positive. Even though it might turn out the way you want, you'll get something out of it that you can use in the future. Accept who you are and accept your past and that's when you truly start to enjoy life.

Don't you have a high-traffic highway rotary to play in? Nothing you ever post has a lick of intelligence or common sense in it.

Aren't you 13 or something? Christ - pre-teens giving life advice is like people filing for Chapter 13 and telling me where to invest my money.

My advice is applicable to everyone, Lehah, even to a fag like you.

Generally, I'm rather ashamed of some of the stuff I did or didn't do in my past. You may think I'm being harsh on myself, but I really can't forgive some things. I used to cut myself quite a bit (yeah, emo-kid, I know.), which I am also highly ashamed of. Mostly on my arms, and one on my face. But that all stopped once I met my now-ex-gf-and-current-best-friend. She's carried me through a lot of dealing with my past. I still don't forgive most of it, but I'm no longer punishing myself for it.

But enough emo bull. I can't help but remember the past. I'd rather forget most of it, but I can't. I suppose that's good, in a way. Better to remember it than forget and repeat mistakes

I hate myself for not seizing the day before my life... Changed. I was at a fairly decent school in the suburbs of Chicago, and everything was GREAT and CHEERFUL and HAPPY as far as I knew - But yeah, I guess I was too young and naïve to a) appreciate the great obligation-free position I was in and b) notice that despite being outwardly happy and all, I was in fact the only happy one in my family. After we moved back over to the UK, the -real- changes started to happen, and I guess it's made me wiser.

I'd say I view my past with a decent level of regret. There were parts of it I didn't take advantage of, and parts that I fucked up all on my own.

I try to forget all the stupid things I've done (er... the anorexia, parties and the drugs)
But it comes back to haunt you.
And sometimes its hurts.
Especially when I see the people around me or the ones they love doing the very thing I used to do because I was there once and it destroyed me and those around me.
To see my friends do the very same shit I did makes me sad because they saw, they know how it fucked me up but they still go for it. They still drink, still smoke or snort meth like there's no tomorrow...

I don't think I'll ever forgive myself or forget what I did but I'm coming to terms with myself by letting people know that "I am who I am and I was something else once but now I've changed"