Regrets are a shitty thing.
As much as I like to say that I live my life without regrets because they're pointless, it's a total lie.
Lately I've realized just how many I have.
I regret giving up on school when I was 19, and never going back other than getting my Writing Cert.
I regret all the time I sat around idly instead of working on the stories that could've gotten me somewhere by now.
I regret not having the balls to stand up to the people who fucked around with me when I was younger.
I regret the majority of Summer '06.
I regret being led by my heart and not my head at times.
I regret not realizing the potential I had when I had it.
I regret the four Fat Girl Platters I split with the twins last week. I am weak.
I regret writing this post, cuz it's pretty goddamn boring.
I DON'T regret picking myself up again after all my failures.
Here's hoping I can do it again this time.