YOLO-with-milk

I sat down on a rock. That is all.

Sometimes I wonder if the things I do is right or wrong, but only the days ahead can tell. Why do I regret hurting the one who put me down once too many? Are my own feelings betraying me? I wish...I wish I can take everything back and start anew with you, but starting fresh is impossible. The bond between you and I has replenished; I will be forever scarred by our encounter at this very moment. - Why do my eyes feel pain? Why does my heart tell me I have done something wrong, but in the end it should be right? Master once told us that there are infinite meanings of right or wrong, it is we who decide whether if the action we take is rig