Choices

We all make them. Everyday is a new oppotunity to either improve one's life or somehow screw it up by the coices we make. I wake up and come to the computer and sign on and words escape me so I choose not to write anything. Then as my days go on I realize I'm just keeping so much bottled up inside. What am I afraid of. Why do I not speak what's on my mind. What do I think I'll come to realize. Will the choices I've made in my life be the wrong one's after all. This life that I choose, this life that I love(and sometimes hate). Sometimes what we love isn't always the best for us.
Choices, I think I have a lot ahead of me.