oh. number one hundred and thirty-eight.

I've been thinking about my regrets, so here it goes:

I don't say what I mean, and in the end I feel like one of the worst people I know. I make excuses for not doing things that I know will disappoint others, I give advise that I myself don't follow, and I am hard pressed to give people the honest truth. I hesitate to give my opinions or answers because I feel like my reply will be displeasing, although I know fully well that I should speak up. I hide behind the "shy" persona because I'm too tired to be enthused or adventurous. I'm scared, but also unable to see myself changing gears and taking things in a different direction. In short, I feel like a louse because I'm deceptive, feel guilt, and can't see fit to change.

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