I didn't numb myself with cocaine.
I didn't blame the world/my family/my circumstance/etc for my problems.
I let people get to know me and made/cultivated real friends.
I learned how to love and forgot how to hate.
I didn't have to turn to Kristina Rose to achieve sexual satisfaction, but a real, live woman. So many xtra points if the actual woman is Kristina Rose, obvs (well, a boy can dream, damn it).
I let love happen instead of chasing it away.
I worked on something for me for at least one hour a day.
I just got stoned, worked hard and realized all of my dreams. For real this time.
What if? No, really. What if?
