My mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea.
There are too many things I wish I could take back and too many things I wish I had done instead. There too many what-ifs and could-have-beens that I drive myself a bit crazy thinking about them. Something I am constantly reminding myself these days: the past should stay there. So, no, I’d rather not talk about regrets, because they’re more trouble than they’re worth.
