nodebox // metaforix

turn back the clock

do i wish that i could do it all over again? hell yes. i can’t think of how many ways i’ve bungled things. and at the end of it all is just a feeling of empty regret. regret that things could have/should have been different. but somehow this is how things turned out. sometimes in that moment, everything seems to make sense. but retrospectively i guess it doesn’t. but that’s only the way it is. circumstances dictate everything. boo.