The past. It's an interesting place. It has so much impact on who we are now. Good or bad, for better or for worse, the shit you've gone through stays with you. Whether or not you want to forget it, whether or not you're at peace with it, it doesn't matter, it's here to stay. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Bobby doesn't either.

You see sometimes it feels like all the past is a record of our mistakes. Of things we're ashamed of, of things we regret. Even if there are good memories, it always seems like the bad ones are more prominent. They're easier to constantly think about.

Or maybe there were just more bad memories than good. And I hate that for Bobby.

The past can be a lot of things. It can be wonderful, tragic, painful, heartwarming, you name it. The past can be anything you want it to be. Impacted by perspective, hindsight, and, most of all, the present. For many, the past is a lesson. A guidebook of lessons from mistakes and regrets. For Bobby, the past is a burden.

You see, it's hard when no one else around you wants to talk about the past. It seems like everyone just wants to walk around and act like that shit didn't happen. They act like they don't remember all of the fucked up shit he did or don't want to.

It seems like Bobby's the only one that even acknowledges the past. Bobby is the only one that is angry. Angry that his dad, the man that was supposed to support him and be calm and reasonable, was the exact fucking opposite.