Thoughtless quarter
It is currently 02:04 a.m. I just tweeted that I was about to write a short story on an alternate version of me, or maybe this is just my way of accumulating all my existing pieces of regrets and packing them together to build a single most happy bit of utter fiction. I am not really sure about that, though. Sure about how every regret I ever have and ever will continue to have, could be a definitive reason for my lack of happiness, or maybe it is all in my head, right now. At this moment, to write this piece of work, did I really put myself in a position of sadness. I doubt that, on a further note, I do doubt a lot of things. Like my life choices, maybe they weren't my choices to begin with, because to me. I was in control, for the most part, really. In a way it felt powerful, very powerful. So, let's begin. Yeah, this shit sucks. I was definitely about to write a short story and a whole other piece is entering my mind, and it about to flow off the tip of my fingers, and it is...