its the kind of feeling when you ve just left the house, feeling well prepared but then again on second thought, you sure kind of sure you left something important behind and cant help but look behind. your brain tells you to go back to check but your feet are already walking towards the lift.

then on the bus, as you fumble in your bag, you release with a deep-shit-churning-kind of feeling that you absent-mindedly left your wallet on the cabinet while you were wearing your shoes.


its the kind of feeling you get when you sit for an examination mcq. you re sure the answer is A, but somehow after you ve shaded A, D seems to be seducing you, and you cant help but give in to the urge and rub the pencil shading away and replace it with D.

then when you get back your results, you remember clearly and you dont know whether to laugh or cry at your folly because, as fate might have it, the answer is A.


its the kind of feeling when you get when you not sure whether what you really want is a ramen set or a bento. Your brain tells you the bento set is more worth the money but your heart keeps wanting the ramen.

you decide on getting a bento, after much hesitation, but when your order comes, and you see the person at the opposite table slurping his ramen, and immediately you feel a tinge of regret swelling.




i mean,
how do you ever know what choice to make?
i always only ever end up regretting.

sometimes its sickening because most of the time, either there are too many choices, which poses a problem, or too few, which is troubling as well.