just think about it

Oh literature, you're so misleading. You told be it was better to regret than wonder. What do you know?You killed my ability to daydream and replaced it with the bitterness of bad memories and freezing cold reality. No beautiful phrase on a fantastic picture will simplify the feeling of now what?. No whiskey ad warned me about the sad side of taking a risk. No Disney movie ended badly.

I did everything I could, I said it all, I kept nothing to myself. And I don't feel free or relieved as promised. Instead, I feel weak and empty. I feel ashamed and hopeless.

Now that I just did it, nike, what do you suggest? 

Visa, I went, honey. Now what?