Questions on a Friday Night

Angry about silly things and non stop replay on my mind,
And asking again later should I have been more kind?
Frustrated with my life and past decisions which I took,
Could have changed little things, what differences could have hooked?
To doing 8 to 6 job and asking yourself am I made for this?
Am I doing right thing or should I start my own business?
Should I settle with the life that offer or should I run for more?
Should I switch my job again or will I again get bore?
Is the chilling in office enough for me to retain?
Or am I really learning something for my future gain?
College life was better can I go in past?
I want to slow everything down, why it's so fast?
And here I am asking myself these questions, still clueless,
Please help me out. I understood why growing up was a mess. :(

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