Shame and Remorse

Q: What's with the title?

A: (sigh) I'm regretting something

Q: What?

A: Don't wanna talk about it

Q: Stingy

A: Nosy

Q: I thought we're best friend :(

A: We were

Q: WHAT?!!! #$%&*@!

A: JK. Ooohhh, I'm regretting my previous post :( Why did I have to write it?

Q: Oh. Yeah, I thought it was a little bit cheesy.

A: (one eyebrow up)

Q: Okay. It has cheesy written all over it. I almost thought that you are a failed poet.

A: (sigh) I know...

Yes! I am so ashamed of my last post, I don't even want to look at it anymore. Well, it all started when today I finally decided to post on my blog. As usual, I opened my blog first, read what's in the last post and only then will I write a new one. And I am literally shocked when I read it! Followed by shame. Huaaaaaa, what was I thinking? That is SO NOT ME. Ugh, the words are slimy, weak and so desperate that I feel like it is a dying message.

Q: Why don't you delete it then?

Okay, maybe I was possessed by a lonely desperate ghost at that moment but hey it's still me. And I must have some consideration to actually really post that kind of thing. So I'll let it hang in there and write this counter-post to clarify that I am not proud of my last post. Well at least the first three sentences of the post. Just thinking of it makes me have a goosebumps.

That's it I guess. I'm afraid I'm kind of wasting my time because tomorrow is another CIE mock test week of Physics so, got to do some hard work. Mucah!

As you grow older, you'll find the only things you regret are the things you didn't do -Zachary Scott