I’m old enough to learn from my mistakes- I will do that.
I am old enough to know that reacting the same over and over again to the same situation will not change the outcome.
I am old enough to know that my love for myself must be more important than my lust for anyone.
I am old enough that sometimes a door must stay shut. Nothing has changed behind that door. The contents are the same. Repaint the door, put on a kick plate, a fancy door knocker. The contents are the same.
Growing up sucks. I will do my best to have as few regrets as possible. If I love, I will be honest in my love. At some point having too many regrets about the same thing is just douchery. Dumbass-ness.