I hate what ifs.

They're excruciatingly haunting.

The root of all what ifs is doubt. It's that hint of dissatisfaction that eats you up like a starving Boa constrictor. When all you can think about are the array of possibilities, it's hard not to avoid. As much as we are told time at time again to accept the past, it doesn't come that easy.

Upon discussing the unnamed situation, I've come to the conclusion that it's just not worth it: all the time and effort. It can be emotionally exhausting. It is definitely not worth it. No. No. No.