I've tried hard to be a good man, but regret is always present and all the wishing in the world will not stop it. It's not going to stop, till I wise up.
I do things that I think are right, I act not only in my best interest but others as well. Sometimes though, not everyone gets what they want, including myself. Sometimes things get fucked up.
But in the end, when I look at myself in the mirror, and I don't like what I see, I know that I have failed.
But in the end, when I look at myself in the mirror, and I like what I see, I know I wasn't wrong. Even though a select few other people may think so, I will be the only one who can judge myself.
I looked in the mirror today and smiled. I liked what I saw.
6:15 p.m. - 2004-09-06
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