Isn't it strange how one day you can be so low that all you want to do is take something to make the pain go away, yet the next you're on top of the world?
How you can feel that there is nothing left to live for, living a life so lonely you just want to give up? But later realising that there are people who care, who love you with all your quirks and madness.
Doing one of those stupid questionnaires - what do you wish for next year? I give a generic answer, the one people want to hear, I want to graduate, get a real job. Make people proud.
Except in my heart, thats not what I want. Or at least, not all. I want to live my life, not just exist. I want to experience everything, good and bad, love, lust, depression and heartbreak.
My wish - one pure night of hedonism. Drugs, sex and booze, I'll take them all. I want to wake up with multiple bodies (of both genders) sprawled across the bed and floor, coming down from a night where nothing is forbidden. I want to fuck and be fucked, laugh cry and scream.
So why am I so afraid to say yes? After all, I fear a life without regrets is my biggest fear of all. I'm scared I'll wake up one day and realise this is it: this is my life, and look how much I've missed.