On Regret, Needles, & Nightmares

On one hand, I don’t like regrets; I have very few. On the other, I fucking hate living in fear. My worst decisions, my most shameful moments, have been motivated by panic, distress, and worry. I refuse to alter my life before I’m ready because time might be running out. Of course with this mindset comes a significant chance of actually being out of time, a risk that weighs heavily on me. But I…