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For years I've always been... content, we'll say, with the idea that I had never regretted anything that I'd done in my life. I'll be the first to admit it when I do something pretty stupid, and I know that I've made my fair share of mistakes, but I had never regretted anything. All of my mistakes, and all of my stupidness... it was a part of me. If I hadn't done or said those things, I wouldn't be who I am, right? I've learned from things and all that jazz. My bad choices can help me make good choices later on. I essentially thought I was a decent person overall. But then there comes a point when you think, "Hey, is this something that I really needed to learn a lesson from? Is there any possible way to stretch my thoughts enough to make this seem beneficial? Or could I have just done without this in the end...?"

Just my thoughts in light of recent events.