I wish I could start over again, and made the things that were suppose to be right. And kept the ones that were hurt. And also kept of me being hurt. And wished I was better than I am now. Not perfect, but if I just knew how to, than I would at least be happy.
Knowing life isn’t fair and isn’t perfect. That even though I learned from it, I can only go forward. And just wait what lies ahead of me, which I don’t see. But let me know when it’s it my time too. Cause theirs a beginning and a end.
But I want it to be a ending with no regrets.