Oh well...
2004-12-22
@ 5:02 p.m.
He says "You're not ready..."
She says "You're so fucked..."
He says "Bad trip man..."
She says "You're back to where you started..."
The kinder ones keep to themselves but I can tell from their faces that they feel the same way as the rest. Maybe they're right, to screw myself over again just to find myself back where I was again. So it may take longer than everyone else thought. I simply nod or shake my head to give them the response they wanted. Maybe I'm too blind to see where I'm heading towards, all I know is that I have to do whatever I think I have to do. I remember the comic strip she showed me once, I do not wish to be the little boy who went to bed wondering about what-ifs. Life's too short for that.
I don't intend on living a life of regrets.