CRIME AND PUNISHMENT

Last night I guess I got a little crazy and broke down about everything that I regret. For instance, for some reason I believe I am the reason that everyone's lives are fucked. From family to friends, it would appear that my life ruins worlds. Wether this is true or not is unimportant. What's important is that I need to stop punishing myself for things that are out of my control, or so I am told. But if everything is out of my control, then what the fuck am I really doing here anyway.

I guess one of the better things that I discovered last night, is that everyone has regrets, basks in the past, and doesn't know what the hell they're doing. In one hand, that's awesome that I'm not alone. In the other hand, it's depressing to think that everyone in the world has little to no plan and just let's things happen based on some stupid memory they've kept locked away deep inside their head.

Are we all uncomfortable with ourselves? Do we all wish we redo everything and maybe do it better? Is it possible that the world is just fucking over because of our unhealthy attachment to things past?? Probably.