(From the notepad in my back pocket)

This is so weird. It's almost like...I've really given up this time, like I've accomplished something by doing absolutely nothing. The feeling is so uplifting to not have such a heavy burden anymore. But there is of course that occasional feeling of remorse for my actions (or lack there of). Each time I look back, there's this wild rush of bitter resentment and longing recollection. Ah, these conflicting thoughts again, always making me toss around in bed.
"Have I made the right choices? Is there a turning back?"
For sure, one of the answers is No.
How can I be sure? Is there a quick fix? Or just any type of fix? Is there a reason to fix this? And what is 'this'? Why...?

Bye