The chance lost and the regret.

I hate regretting.
I really do.
I wish i'd stop doing stuff that'll make me regret.
But usually, it's the stuff that i didnt do that makes regretful.
And i totally hate that.

Last week was an example, heck it shouldnt even be an example; IT WAS NOT EVEN POSSIBLE.
Yet, i miraculously did it. Again. Threw the chance away.
Dang.

And now i dont even know whether ANYTHING after this will ever be the same.
With my ever-restless mind going cuckoo, and not to mention this tasteless raya;
the noose is bound to see me sooner or later.

So, rub it in my face, please do so.
Anything's better than total silence and awaitment.