I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It's crazy!

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? You took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it.

Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.

And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.