wrong place, wrong time. A friend needing a favor becoming a friend getting you in trouble isn’t a friend. I’d take a bullet but I can’t cannot tolerate stupid situations for no reason especially if my future is involved.
If I could turn back the hands of time I would. Split second decisions and multiple consequences would be mere hiccups, a redo, a chance to be able to undo. So if I could… I wouldn’t have started drinking…a little bit of liquid courage at night, a head full of regrets the next day. If I could, I would tell my past self that the bottom of the bottle isn’t the answer, that after the last shot, like the glass you’re left empty. I’d say if you can’t be good, be careful.
I haven’t really been in the mood to write or anything, I never really made this as a diary. I didn’t even make this at all, one of my exes did, I’m just glad JUS10 wasn’t taken. Though I have written shit/stuff eh well it was never anything about positivity or any helpful crap. This has become more of a dump of broken promises and a string of sentences that don’t make any sense. If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that any type of relationship worth saving should be kept private rather than spilled out in “insightful” “deep” “heartfelt” combination of twenty six letters that will get you any empathy from strangers. Maybe I’m being a hypocrite because I guess I’m guilty of doing it myself so I’m ranting or maybe I just need another cigarette.