shes so wise. sometimes i refuse to admit it to myself that im not okay. that im "better off" without some people. that i should be happy because im moving on. all signs point to yes. this is a good thing for me. but lets get one things straight: its not easy.
im working overtime to forget about my past decisions and although i regret none of them, i cant help but wish a little that things went differently. to make myself feel better i sometimes say, "hey marzperez! you almost had it." well, as the song goes.. almost doesnt count.
