I misbehaved in my life, and I’m not happy with it.
I’ve done terrible things, made mistakes, and they’re all there, written in my past.
I cannot change them, I cannot undo them.

They’re there and they’re the trace I left in my early years.
Some things I would’ve like to done them differently while for others I’d keep the same attitude.

And it’s hard. It’s hard living with the consequences if you didn’t like them, but they serve you as a reminder of the price you have to pay for each and every action of your life.

We pay it all the time, and it’s ok.
It’s ok to feel bad, it’s ok to not like it because it’s a reminder for us to behave, to threat people good, to make our choices the best choices we could choose.