I should be sleeping. I was about to go to sleep and then I saw something that made me think twice about my life. What have I really done?
If I could do it again, I would do it all. If I could do it again, I would do it from the beginning.
I waisted a lot of my college career keeping things to myself, keeping dreams to myself or in my little journal. Or in that intangible place they call consciousness. There was so much I wanted to do, so much I saw myself doing and I never did it. I just sat there and imagined what it would have been like, and now I'm feeling it. Heavy.
I wish.
I wish.
I wish.
But wishing never wrote the story. Doing did.
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