Page of Regrets

My life has always been pathetic like that. Regrets, contradictions, hypocriticism. However, all the regrets that adorn my life have become one of my greatest motivators (among flying first class and breathtaking mansions). I’ve always agreed with the saying that “experience” was simply another word for our past failures and mistakes. By writing my stories down, I hope they will one day remind me of my foolishness, naivety so I can move on.

Of course, writing also has that therapeutic effect on me. It’s about time I stop slowly imploding.

I part with a song: sie liebt dich