It's the burden of faliure or the regret of never trying.

And that kinda sucks. 

But then there's this sliver of hope, that maybe, just maybe, if I try I'll succeed.

Of course, that's much easier said than done. 

I have an overthinking problem, sometimes it gets so intense that I can't sleep at night, just rethinking that same scenario over and over again, "I should've said this," "I should've done that," "I shouldn't have said that."

It eats away my brain.

So I either regret not trying, or regret trying and embarrassing myself in the process. But I kinda have to get over that, because if I don't, I'm not getting anywhere in life, and sometimes necessary risks have to be made.

I have to learn to get out of my comfort zone, even if it means embarrassing myself, because in reality, it doesn't really matter, and no one really cares, so do whatever the hell you want (as long as you're not hurting anyone and it isn't haram)

But again, that's easier said than done. However, if I stay like this, I'll be on my bed, an old woman, who has done nothing in her life, wishing just to go back one day, only one day, for her to relive her youth and do crazy shit.