What am I doing?
In like. Every aspect of my life?
Why am I tearing down the good things that I have done, and trying not to care while I do it, but then having that one twinge of ever-present guilt to hold me back?
Why are there so many potential regrets, regardless of what choices I make?
I guess I feel overwhelmed with too much to do, too many places to be, too much cash spent, too many nights spent up late, and suddenly too many secrets to hold in.
