We're All Mad Here...

Not under the influence kind of wasted, the pitiful misuse kind.

I feel wasted and I feel that I've wasted so much time. I'm not even sure how I wasted all this time, I just know I did. It's driving me insane, knowing that I can't go back and redo some things. And that's maddening because I don't have regrets. I don't usually let myself have those. Regrets are not something I want in my life.

So here I am sitting here thinking about what on earth I can do now to make up for lost time.

This is what's annoying about growing up.

I feel as though I am running out of time.

I'm 22 years old already. Time flew by so fast.

I'm 22 going on 60.

Life is so short, and too much of mine has been... boring.

As stupid as that sounds, it's true.

I need to find a way to rectify this.