unchangeable mangrove sometimes you can grow to hate yourself so much that you want to rewrite your entire past. you begin to spend all of your time fanticizing about how it could have been different and what you would change. it gets so bad that you come up with an entire alternate life that is your ideal life and is how things really should have went if you could just have done things right. you need to stop and look at what you already have: so it isn't ideal; it isn't perfect; some things went wrong at one point or another and you regret those things. now stop. you cannot change things, no matter how much you wish you could. you cannot take back what you said, or how you acted, or the way things went. you can't be a superhero. you can't use magic, or make a wish. you have to accept that things happened the way they did. you screwed up maybe, or things got out of your control, and now they aren't ideal. the only thing you can do about that is to make sure it doesn't happen again. be more careful next time. fix things that you can fix, and put the rest away as lessons learned. because you can't take it back. stop dwelling in the past, when there's so much present that you could be living, and so much future to look forward to. 040814 what's it to you? who go blather from