In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited too long to make
We love ourselves even after we make so many mistakes, so why do we hate others for one or two mistakes they’ve made?
Mistake is a single page of life but relation is a complete book. So don’t lose a full book for a single page
I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best
