I'm such a pig.
Woke up at 6pm and left the house at 7.45pm.
I'm living the life.
Hurray.

Life is too short. It’s too short for maybes. Too short for I hope so and I wish. Too short for second guessing every decision, and wondering if perhaps something might have gone better. It’s too short for me to sit and wonder if I should or shouldn’t. Its just too damn short. Yet even though I know all this, I can't stop myself from wondering and wishing. I can't help but think I might make another mistake, and perhaps I might fall yet again. But now, I don’t care as much. I have lived 15 years and done wondrous things and even with all that I’ve done, I’ve still done nothing at all.