Desperate Cry for Help 033

It's not that I don't regret the mistakes I've made. I mean, not regretting would be so lame and half-assed, just "not regretting."

Instead, I've decided to embrace, to molest, to lovingly seduce all my failures and remember them forever with a box of dark chocolates and a bottle of white wine.

So, don't ask me how to change your life, or how to be a good and noble person... because I don't know. I never messed with that stuff.

Other people were out there - striving, achieving, being... and I was sitting there playing Sonic the Hedgehog on my friend's Sega Genesis.

It's like the whole idea remorse, and tears, and sort of feeling sorry for yourself, was just some abstract crap that other people did.

And oddly, everyone just assumes that you do the same thing.

It's like assuming people smoke.

I just don't get it.