There are some places you just can't revisit.  Your mind goes there and you just feel remnants of whatever unresolved pain is left there.  You question things about yourself and you augment your own insecurities.  Mostly though you just feel unloved and overlooked and your eyes fill up and you end up writing a post on your blog about it.  You look back and find no anger or place in your heart to chastise your younger self for being so naive or for wearing your heart so openly and defenselessly.  All you think about is this image of standing in front of someone and listening once again to their bullshit which you at the time didn't accept as that and believing it when really you were never really on their real agenda.  You were some footnote on the last page that no one ever reads.