Gravity always wins.

On my lunch break this morning, I didn't eat anything. I just sat there and thought about things. Without meaning to, I went back a little over two years to my senior year of high school, and let time slowly go forward again. I put myself as I am now into the past and thought about what I might have done differently. If I were stuck in the past as I am now, would I try to make contact with the people I know now, or would I do it differently?
Shortly thereafter, I felt something one step away from fear because it occurred to me how precious my life and those that are in it are to me, and how fucking lucky I am to have all these people, even those that I may know only fleetingly.

To anyone I've brushed off or kept myself closed to, I'm sorry. You really do mean a lot to me.