...the lesser you have to say. I just seem to be content with thinking things that I would have liked to say, and to think that I might say those things. I have taken to look back at things with a tinge of sadness, some regret and an unhealthy dose of cynicism. Every past action or memory, I tear apart in my head with that unmistakable feeling of why-the-f***-did-I-do-it.
Retrospection is like like watching the spilled milk flowing over your keyboard and cursing yourself for not being vegan and for not sticking to an abacus.
FML.
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