Life has no do-over, but it doesn’t harm to do it in your imaginations. If I could turn back the time, I would go back to two years ago, and channels all of my strengths into one big shout: GET OUT OF THE FUxxing BED.

I would stop worrying. You know that “worried to death” is not just an expression, it could be absolutely, literally, naked truth. I would take care of myself so much better; I would put aside all of those underling rules about compromise, about sacrifice----just go to the hell of it.

If it takes to be a selfish bitch to change my fate, let me be a selfish bitch. I could care a damn about what the others might say.

The part of me want to do everything to get out and stay out, but this part I may not listen to. I could end up pretty much the same.

Like even now, I couldn’t push everything aside and do whatever I want. It’s ridiculous about those time-travelling novels or life-reboot novels, those stories about some guy travelling back to those defining moments, making the right decisions, doing everything right and then achieving a happy, successful ending.

However, in reality, it’s hardly that easy. Even you came back, and made one right choice, life is still gonna present you with a lot of challenges and difficulties, if you are still the same person, you are highly likely to fall into the same crap.

Unless you’ve changed, but that is the tricky part.