That everything I've ever done was a stepping stone, a learning curve, with everything turning me into the person that I've become.
And that in the end, it might all be worth it.
I don't believe that anymore.
Because sometimes, we really should know better.
Sometimes it's a lesson that you're already supposed to know.
And now I know I've done things that I truly do regret.
Hurt people that I loved.
Turned myself into the people that I hate.
Hating myself for what I've done.
They say two wrongs don't make a right.
Apparently, wrongs just can't right in general. They're just wrong.
You're wrong. What you did was wrong.
And you can blame it on anything: alcohol, drugs, your state of mind, stress, peer pressure.
But in the end you're still the one who looks like a fucking arsehole.
No, you are the fucking arsehole.
And maybe your regrets are important - so that you remember that.
No matter how much moral high ground you think you take, you can still do the things that make you sick to the stomach.
And no matter how much you beg or grovel, nothing makes them better.
You just have to stew in your skin and know that you were wrong.
"spent all my life waiting for a moment to come
walking single file, waiting for a moment to come
but it won't
I'm halfway to happy now
and I always mistake it for progress"
- Killing Time, Bayside
