Talks about confidence.
And yet, here I am. Wishing that I could replay things from my past. Not that I was unsatisfied with my life, god forbid. But the sheer curiousity makes me wish I could go back in time and try different things. If only it was possible.
I wouldn't be sitting here, telling my deepest thoughts to people I may never cross my path with, pouring alarming amounts of vodka down my throat, wondering what if . . .
What if I didn't go. What if I did.
What if I didn't tell. What if I stood up.
What if I wasn't the looser I was.
What if I was more confident and had more courage.
It's all lost. Nothing but nice memories that I lock in the closet and take them out now and then. Just to look at them and remind myself of how far I've come. To remember that if I'm not confident, if I lack the courage, the memories like this will keep coming.
And I'd be damned if they did. Even thoug I'm pretty much happy now, I hate myself for how stupid and ignorant I was back then when it mattered.
Being confident is the key.
Even if what you do migh not be the best option.
Believe in it with your whole existence. Otherwise it's just wasted time.