Do I really have to make a decision that I really don’t want to
even though I know it’s probably the right one. For now.
It sucks to be in two places at one time.
Hope and Denial aren’t exactly best of friends.
Contemplating and ruminating is making me sick
but I don’t deserve to be treated like this.
I just don’t want to have regrets
but knowing me, that’s unavoidable.
Now the joke’s on me.
How freaking ridiculously ironic is that.