Damn Regrets.

Whenever I hear or read the word regrets, I have this mini-flashback, you know, like those in movies, and think back: regrets, regrets, regrets, why did I do this, why did I believe this, why did everything happen, why did everything blow out of proportion. I am an avid thinker, well, at least with my fourteen-year old mind, not the likes of a philosopher or anyone, uh, anyhow. And as such, my "mini" flashbacks are actually long periods of thinking back. I have some regrets in my life, most of them born of painfully stupid ideas of things I should not care about yet because of my really young age. Well, regrets are there to guide you for the future, so I am actually paradoxically half happy that I have those regrets, and of course, half sad because those regrets are bitterly cold ice picks meant to be stuck on my heart forever.

My regrets aren't things that I can just say out loud, so I would not put them out here in public. Instead, I will say my intentions of how to avoid having regrets. This will be very short. First, I would, or rather, must always think about my actions. Second, understand other people's actions and decisions. That's all.