In this terrible night.
When all things keep running back to me.
When all things keep flashing back to me.
What happen. Why. Why like this. Why.
I regret all the things I didnt do. I regret not doing things according to plan. I regret trusting my instinct. I regret pushing my efforts to the limits. I regret wearing that skimpy uniform and slacks. I regret wearing my black shoes.
All my efforts gone to waste. All my efforts were trashes. All my efforts were equal to 75.
I regret trusting my instinct.
I hate having you inside that class. I hate you. You actually wanted as to do things fast and furious. You did not even let us do things in our own way. Why!ย
Now, all I think of is that I do not belong in this line of profession.
Now, my voice is gone along with my hope.
I do not really fit for this kind of thing.
I could've done better.








