The fact that I spent the last year and some months doing nothing but staying in my room and getting drunk off shit booze is a regret. When things turn south I don't bitch or moan, at least I try as hard as I can not to, instead I just get as reclusive as possible and avoid conversations with anyone.
So after moving between three apartments and just barely even learning the names of my neighbors or people in the area, I have to say, I really regret the waste of this year. Of course there's nothing that being down about it will do, so it's just back to trying to not be a troll and get outside once again. Which, by the way, getting out of a funk mid-winter is awful timing when you live in the midwest.
To the future and all the positive fuck ups it can hold. Cheers.