I sometimes wonder how many parts of my life I would eliminate had I seen their slow, painfully stifling demises. If I could seriously sit down and rewire my life, I wonder what parts I would want to remain the same.

I feel like a big part of my life have been more than a complete waste of my time. But had they not transpired, I would definitely not be the kid typing this. Part of me thinks that’s a good thing and part of me thinks it’s not.

I don’t know why I give a fuck. Those questions can only ever possibly be hypothetical, and in no time will I ever get to sit down and rewire my life. My decisions were mine alone, as are these consequences.

I think I do it because part of me feels guilty for wasting so much, when I could have done something great.

I guess it’s not too late, right? I’m only 18. I can still do something captivating.
Maybe.... :)