I smoke too many cigarettes and I think too much. Take off on a trip and drink too much. Spend too many hours wondering too many things about what it is or what could have been.
Never stop to accept regret because every action has made me who I am. I couldn't stand where I stand or be half the man I am if I hadn't been determined to pave my own path.
But I can't help to wonder just where you are - at 3am when I can't sleep. When I pace the floor fighting to contain memories.
I know I act like I simply don't care, but everyone needs a method of defense.