Regrets are never fun. Especially when you knew better.
I hate being where I am right now.
Sometimes not being who I am would be so much better.
I know this is another one of my depressing posts so heck, don’t read it. I’m annoyed and I’m extremely cranky.
I always promise myself that I will be better. Maybe I never will be. Maybe I should just let myself be the Queen of Mediocrity and Procrastination.
maybe I already am.