The funny thing about keeping diaries is that you'd forget all about their existence and embarassing content. Not until 6 years later when you're clearing out unnecessary sentimental memorabilia from your room. You rediscover the stupid little things you wish you hadn't done and spoken. From this excavation project, you may come to realise that now you're just an echo - an empty shell - of what you thought your life would be like.
There are brief flashes of regret which come and go. But it doesn't ache to have lost the chance.
Life goes on. I make my own chances.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
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