it's fucking cold out and the sun went away hours ago, the city skyline looks so pretty when we're this far out of town. I took a picture to remember but it didn't come out, but I remember this time. Not like the last time of the years that I forgot to write down. I'd laugh and smile everyday if I could remember how I felt on January 17th 2003. Now I've forgotten and I wonder if they remember me. It might be that in our lifetimes we never get a chance to prove our worth or even die for something we love and believe in. I know we get caught up in negative thoughts. It's unavoidable, it's fucking unavoidable, I know. When I go back to Bert's it brings me to that one winter day, when we rejected our well-being and materials. They were just a metaphor for our frustration being alive. One stupid video, one failed attempt to swallow our pride. But I'll rewind our regret.