bah

I've always taken a cue from what Garth Ennis wrote in HELLBLAZER: "Regrets aren't worth a bugger." I've always felt like there's no point dwelling on what one did or didn't do, and I still feel that way. I've had no real regrets over anything as far as I can recall, not for any of the crap I've gone through.

And yet, for the first time since I can remember, my mind is reeling over "what ifs" and "if onlys" and I don't know if they'll stop anytime soon. And it sucks. I have no great Hefner Monologue-ian insight right now. It just blows. And I'm starting to figure out that there's not a damn thing anyone can do or say.

Damn it.










Hell with it. A day like this, I need MONSTER SQUAD.