There are many things in my life that i’ve regret doin/not doin. saying and not saying. For example, i chose to start on my supposedly-working-econs-revision over taking photos of my sister and brother-in-law. To make things worse, photos of moments after the proposal.
What on earth was I thinking? why didn’t just get my ass out of my room for them. such moments can never be recaptured [although they were tryin to do that].
What the hell was I fking doing. If i were my sister, I’d cry for having myself as a sister. so unhelpful and so damn not understanding at all. so selfish and uncaring. I wish i could tell her how sorry i was. for being such a bitch.
I regret making prank calls. cursing the other party for all sorts of evil stuff. i was so young. less than 5? but still, it was no excuse. whoever the lady was, im truly sorry.
I’m sorry for scaring the little puppy 13 storeys down my block. It was fun, but if you had died of heart attack, i’ll never ever forgive myself.
I’m sorry for not being a friend enough for you, Ash. for every other outburst or silent laments.
Truly regret losing eil as a great friend. not that she’s not great now, but i know things would have been different if not for my.. indifference.
and the list goes on … and on.. and on.
with sth that i’ll never figure out bugging me, i can never live with peace. for now, i regret not being a sister enough. or, just what did i do?
For all these things, i feel so inadequate. Learning how to accept things i deserve/don’t deserve seem too tough. for everything happens for a reason. Cliche, but true.
I seriously hope nothing happens for no reason.
