Regrets

I guess it can never go away. This feeling. This feeling of discontent. The more I try to feel like I belong, the stronger the forces push me away. It pains to see that I'm enduring just because I never had the courage to stand up for myself and grab what I really wanted in the first place. It's getting more and more baffling the moment my classes are starting and the time when I spend alone, profoundly pondering on the time and chances wasted. I had the choice but I let myself watch it slowly fall into minuscule pieces, pieces which I am certain can never be gathered by my frail, little hands.What an inane action I've committed. Tsk.