Aug 16, 2007 00:57
It's sad to regret things.
My life motto used to be "Live life with no regrets."
Hah.
So much for that.
You wouldn't believe the regrets I have.
The 'what ifs' that I can never, ever answer.
It's just, plain sad.
Countless gorgeous songs, ruined over regrets.
A huge amount of trinkets, or keepsakes that make my heart break, all over again.
Please. Rip. Out. My. Heart.
'If only.'
That's going to be written on my tombstone.
It's nights like this that save me, one second at a time.
Good food, good friends, cheap bowling, golf balls flying through the air.
Laughter.
They say it's the best medicine.
Maybe they're right.
You know, I'll probably even regret posting this.
But who cares?
I got contacts...and a haircut.
And I shaved.
I'm like a new man.
Seems like even with a new appearance, though, my old problems still follow me.
Get me out of here.
Hug me.
Make waking up tomorrow worthwhile.
Thanks for the effort, if you do.
-Me