I've been day dreaming about my past lately, and I'm not very proud of myself.

 I don't like my past at all, and it's starting to bother me.

The things I've done and the things I've said will catch up to me any time soon...Wow, I was an idiot, and I still am.

Cheers for the present and future!

I just started crying...

i kinda do hate my past
back in Highschool i was overweight (220 lbs) and i was the ugly duck of the class room
after i lost the weight (thanks to the gym) i kinda became a slut at gay clubs (always no matter how drunk i was/am I use protection)
thank god now i settle down and been in a LTR (2 years) and very happy

No, I don't hate my past. Sure I made a few mistakes, but learning from those mistakes has made me who I am today and I'm really proud of who I am today.

While I don't necessarily hate my past, I voted "no" because at the age of 17 right now, I haven't had much of an interesting life at all. I've only had two best friends, one whom I barely talk to anymore. I've only had one girlfriend, and that was a year and a half ago. I'm really quiet and shy, which is my problem. At least I'm not out of school yet and still rather young. I just wish I had groups of friends and girls to hang out with. Oh well, I still got the rest of this year and all senior year to make things right.

Yeah.

No sense dwelling on the past. Just look towards the future. Let your hope shine strong, and nothing shall stop you from reaching your dreams!

No. My Past > Present. My life sucks right now...

I am not proud of everything I did in my life. I do not regret it though, it made me who I am today I am still doing everything to improve myself is small ways that add up to big ways.

Yeah, I hate my past. I look back at it and see all the things I did wrong. And all those mistakes are leading to my current problems, so yes, I hate it. I want a redo, but with my current knowledge that those problems were problems.

My 20's were like one of those fucked-up movies you see where the protagonist ends up bleeding out in a gutter somewhere. I am one of the luckiest fuckers you'll ever meet that I'm not in jail right now. I spent some time in jail actually, stay the hell away! I guess I do hate it a bit, I could be a lot farther down the path to where I want to be had I not had that life. But who would I be without it? I'm afraid of virtually nothing right now, because I've already experienced the most fucked-up things that can really happen to a white kid in Minnesota (meaning not a patch on a poor person in a war-torn nation, I don't want anyone thinking I can compare my life to someone who's experienced REAL hardship). It's definitely made me stronger, and my bond with my wife-to-be as she helped me climb out of the shithole I had made of my life as well. I guess I owe my past a bit of gratitude really, I just wish it could have been a LITTLE bit easier.