Its not the broken mirror. Its not the hole, Czesca's nanny burned into the last of my decent uniforms, which I would still be wearing tomorrow. Its not the stupid Sisig which got me eating too much. I'll tell you what it is....Its everything.
Yes. I have been afraid to say and do SOME THINGS for the very same reason I want to say and do it. Reason: Regrets. The terrible part about regrets is that it comes only when you've already risked getting it. It doesn't come any second earlier, when you would have opted to do something else. Tricky. Sneaky little bitch. And I suppose we've all met the cousin of regrets, that haunting option A, which didn't really exist until you realized option B was a bad idea.
Its complicated. In the end, I am left with nothing to do. WEAK. If only I had the flexibility and agility of an acrobat, I would have kick my own head unconscious by now.
I'm a mess. Well you could consider me the neatly-organized kind of mess. How would you know right? I am perfect (just as you will me to be) I am imperfect (just the way you want me to be). I should get an award the "HUMAN"-award. Oh-no wait let's all get one, maybe whatever is your story, you deserve one too.
This would not seem related but...
I wish the 7-11 store would transform into a friendly robot like "bumble-bee". So then I could sit next to it 24 hours a day and I dont know... it would simply be cool to hang around a robot for a change since Im left with nothing to do anyway.
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