Regrets.
If you don't have regrets than you haven't lived. Or so thats what philosophers say, and i agree with them. I am only twenty years old and i have my regrets and a lot of them. I try to put those regrets into perspective and compare them to the person i have become today. I think about the people that surrounded me when those regrets occurred and at the time my company was not the best, i took advice that most likely was not the keenest, but...i learned life lessons, experienced pain, and happiness, sadness, and love, loss. I am grateful for my friends that stick by me now. In fact before most meals i say grace thanking God for giving me a job, a healthy body, my family and friends, a smart brain, and whatever else that comes to me, then i finish with a 'Our Father.' I feel proud of myself when i start to eat that food that i prayed with. Like it is more than just a meal that it is a part of me, something i worked hard to earn and by my hands i achieved myself.
I lost my friend Freddy. I can't believe the way in which i lost him either. There was nothing that i wouldn't do for that kid. I always had his back no matter what. If he needed me i was there and if he needed money i gave it to him. He wouldn't even have to pay me back. I met him at my current job, which was like two years ago. It was such a crazy way to become friends with someone too. But after working with him for a few months we got close and started to hangout or whatever but then for a really retarded reason they laid him off. I was so pissed, he should have fought it but he didn't. He still has not landed a steady job, that i know of although i haven't talk to him in like six months in honest. I guess he just doesn't give a fuck about being my friend though cause when i found out what happened, i called him up that night and screamed at him and he didn't have anything to say and still hasn't said shit to me so by now i realize he has no desire to be friends with me and i accept that. I tried everything i could to be friends with him but in the end he couldn't be honest with me when i always, always, always, honest with him.

I want a tattoo of this. Yea random considering what i was talking about, but that is just how i roll.

I want a tattoo of this. Yea random considering what i was talking about, but that is just how i roll.

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