Regret comes later

Success is like getting pregnant, everybody congratulates you but nobody knows how many times you were fucked.


I'm currently fucked. No, not that fucked but yes, fucked. Err, I mean, I'm still so far away from the success level but oh jesus, don't you know it's hard to start to move forward while the biggest fraud comes from your own self? It started out as I was making a little effort to pretend that I liked what I'm doing, then the mood swung and made it worse. And what is worst? I'm stuck in the middle, can't go back but don't want to go forward either.

Oh and what's with 'time sure flies when you're having fun'? I've been having enough fun but time doesn't fly. And I hate that. Er, periods.

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