A wise man once told me that I'd always regret the path I didn't take. And as I think about it. Yes. That's true. But at the same time I must accept that everything that's happened thus far has been an experience. Every ounce of strength that I've exerted to survive each day, is in itself a type of journey. One that makes all the more sense when you realize it.
It's going to be some time yet before I'm satisfied with myself. And much much longer yet before I accept myself. I've had a shitty past few months.
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