I regret I didn't show my beloved greatgrandparents much love,I'd help my grandma much more now and I'd like to be a better sister.I regret I spent too less time with my 2 died dogs and I wasted too much time for the school,but I believe I can improve this in my eternal life still.
Why do I not take any chances whenever I get them? Important ones? All that happens to me is feeling worse than I already did... I-I mean, I figure by how many times something like that has happened to me, I wouldn't be such an idiot and actually act smarter whenever I get those chances... I'm actually beginning to hate that word... "chances"... for me, chances just mean disappointment... *sigh*
I'm not really sure if i have any regrets. The only thing that i can remember now is that during a field trip, a girl was staring at me and didnt even blink Not sure if she found me amazigly attractive or horribly ugly, but i'd like to know why she was staring and where was she from Weird..
Not doing choosing art as a GSCE subject in school. Because of that one simple mistake my life lost so much direction. For years I've been constantly changing my career plans when I should of just stuck with what I love doing from the beginning which is art.
but still, I didn't too all too well in high school and I completely botched a year of college where I only got 9 credits. I'm in a community college now with a stellar GPA because I realized what it is that I want to study, but my worry is that I won't be able to transfer to a really good university because of my high school grades and that one year where I did terrible.
Spending every weekend and holiday on the Internet because I'm too lazy to go outside. Despite the fact I goddamn KNOW it's going to bore the crap outta me. And that once I get outside I bloody love it!
don't give up, maybe you haven't found your niche. Art is tricky, I think artist has to have their own "thing" or "je ne sais quois" to be really special. I think everyone has it, only one in a million manage to tap into it. But that's because there's so few people who are dedicated enough. I don't draw, and I don't claim to understand gallery style art in the least. But I'm obsessed with writing, all forms of literature, and what makes a good novel so I can kind of understand the frustration.
I regret not putting an effort towards repairing my relationship with my best friend. Instead I made things worse by picking fights and avoiding her until she couldn't stand me anymore. I should have let her know what was really going on with me; that I was under too much pressure from depression and chronic illness, and suffering from the low grades, the pain, the confusion, and the insecurity it caused. I didn't realize I was taking it out on her, and by the time I realized what I was doing, it was too late.
And I regret making the same mistake over and over with each new best friend.