Remember when...

So. Remember a few posts back where I was crapping on about climbing mountains and having the balls to reach for the stars, about how even if you fail its better to know whether you would have succeeded or not tather than never knowing if it could have been, and how it was better to regret having done something rather than regret not doing it?

So I have balls. I tried. And I failed. And at least I know.

I know now that this is something I regret doing instead of regret not doing.

Actually, Im not sure I regret it.

I dont know.

I just know I failed. I suck.


And I hate feeling like this. Its boring. Its teenage emo bullcrap. Its not me. So for today at least, don't call me Epskee, I'm just lil miss Boring McSnore. Nice to meet you. *snore*