Alcohol is a vicious thing. It does such a good job at bringing friends together but also does a very bad job at reminding us of things we try to forget. I'm left to contemplate thoughts I've attempted to understand and hide. I'm left with the want to explain my actions but its proven no use in the past. So really, I'm left with the past. The past is the past. But why does the past still stick like a knife? Why does alcohol drum up things that aren't fun to talk about? Is it because its something that needs to be said and alcohol just helps? Or is it something out of left field that comes out in the heat of the moment? I'm left to contemplate what I perceived as my actions were, as to what they actually were. How do you take yourself out of your perspective and see the opposite in a situation you think only you can understand. I'm left with an uneasy feeling of how I should feel. If the past is the past, why can't I get past it?

I'm bound to take reason from everything. It's how I prevent myself from making the same choices or possibly mistakes.