Depriving Myself Of What If's
Hi. This is me again. I'm back for good. As promised, I'll continue my story posted entitled Us . After my being AWOL for two years I want to post something that is quite personal for me, an experience or rather about myself I really want to share. Note: If you really want to read this, don't expect too much. Read the disclaimer. I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM IN THE MORNING LAST YEAR OF THE SAME DAY. THE EMOTIONS THAT I FELT WAS RAW, SO READ IT WITH AN OPEN-MIND. Life's really full of ups and downs, of decisions, of not taking opportunities that soon be your biggest mistake. Life's about how you deal with it, if you enjoy living it to fullest or sulk inside waiting for the change that isn't happening any time soon. But then, you can never write your life story, you only get to deal with it. I know things would have been good if: 1. I'm not afraid of taking risks. 2. I don't get my hopes up. I am a person with sensitive fee