an understanding of sorts
I hate realizing what i did wrong. When it happens i want to go back to fix what i did. Its not regret, just a fear that this is the one mistake that will eventually overwhelm me. As if this time there is nothing i can do to make up for what i did. And that is why i'm nothing special really. That's why guy don't like being part of my life. I think too much and by the time i make up my mind i don't have choices anymore. By then the only option left for me is the one thing i never wanted in the first place. Which is pretty upsetting. But the one thing i don't understand is if i know that i think too much, why am i still doing it? How come learning from my mistakes seems absurd? I need to say what i feel and stop being a wuss.
posted by Andie @ Tuesday, November 16, 2004
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