Fuck the “What if…”s
We’ve all been there.
What if I had gone over there and talked to that hot guy who’s probably totally out of my league? What if he wished that I would do just that because he’s too scared to himself?
What if I called that bitch out on all the shit she puts me through at work? What if standing up to the loud-mouthed bitch made her respect me?
What if I say fuck it and post all my most embarassing/painful/brutally honest/dumbass moments on a blog, no matter how incriminating it may make me or how judgmental others may be about my choices? What if countless readers regularly thank me for writing about all the things we think and do as our most raw selves, but never talk about?
What if I had broken up with him two years ago instead of two months ago? What if I could have been happier at this point in my life?
