Its cursed to be me. Its cursed to have a brain that questions its actions. Its cursed to think the way that I do.

Its cursed to have a habit to think about your own actions after making them. The curse of sulking over what's that done. The curse of ranting over what it could have been.

It sucks to know that you should have picked another choice in a decision. It sucks even more when you can't accept that you can't turn back time. And worse, that you can't live with the fact that you did make a mistake that could be avoided.

And ironically, life is a game of mistakes, the one who makes the least wins.

Its cursed to be me.