"What if"'s only make you question the space-time continuum.

i hate it when i ask myself what if this happens, and what if that happened. i mean, i'm fairly happy with my life, as of now. nothing complicated about it at all. i'm able to enjoy and go out, and stuff.

but sometimes, you get pissed at yourself for thinking that sometimes, or some time in the past, you didn't actually, go (or went for) what you actually wanted. instead, you sat back, and, that thing, that person, that opportunity, passed you by. damn. i hate questioning decisions.

does your make-up melt when you club?? haha..