is the sense that nothing will ever work out perfectly. Granted, that is life but, at the same time, I feel like its a little too redundant. So many things that you wish would work out but never do. I fucking hate it. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t take at least fifteen minutes to sit and look back and imagine what would’ve happened if things were different. Honestly, for some strange reason, I know I wouldn’t change a damn thing…