I don’t usually regret things. But when I do, it’s never a decision I decided to make. But then you can say that we make all our own decisions . . . but with me being an obedient child and role-model shit, I didn’t have much of a choice. So. I have made bad decisions on my own, but I don’t regret them. For instance, this February. I . . . did things. Like . . . speeches. I didn’t want to do it, and I knew I wouldn’t get in if I did it anyways. But thy forced me to (FUN FACT: I finished my speech the day before I presented it. Oh yeah, I love procrastinating).
And February was technically quite a sucky month. I got sick a lot.
I don’t remember what this post was supposed to be about. Either way . . . hope you guys have been thinking about happier things than me.
February was a busy month, wasn’t it. I hate Valentine’s day. And I hate the It Starts Here speech. Apparently my topic wasn’t clichéd enough.
let’s not go there ehhhh right