sometimes when things are quiet i can't help but remember occasions where i think i've made the completely wrong decision in life. and i feel like a total chump for those missed opportunities.

maybe in the future i'll go in to detail, but perhaps detail may only serve to make those instances seem irrelevant and my musings melodramatic.

still, it's rubbish having those memories (or at least the regret of the thought of missed the experiences) to dwell on.