Sometimes

I feel like mistakes are a figment of the imagination. That they just don't exist. No matter how much I wanna look back and feel bad about some of the decision I made && say that one was a mistake, I just can't. Or better yet it makes no sense to. Why? Because when I made the decision to do it or go along with someone else it's what I chose to do. I had to have wanted to do it to some extent for whatever reason or I would have walked away. I'm well aware of the issue I have when it comes to control && pleasing people so if I was to say anything is a mistake it would be the fact that I'm not stronger. Mentally speaking, I sometime lack the ability to live with the fact that I'm letting people I care about down.