sometimes I think about the past
and then I realize how old memories always comes with a bitter taste
and how I wish I could have better memories
I ask myself if every single time I remember those things it will always give me that strange feeling, deep in the chest, right in my throat
that I could have done more, have been better, lived more, experienced more
I feel guilty about everything. I know that this lack of good-stuff-to-tell-about and cloudy days are part because of me. and God, I know I could have done so much more.
I hear people telling about their life in school, their friends
and in those years I had nothing
nothing.















