"Days like this"

In days this like this I feel powerful and vulnerable. I feel like going back to create a future. I feel that the tomorrow will bring the same disappointments of the yesterday; that broken hearts will, inevitably, be. That the fact that I am getting my bangs grow is a fruitless endeavor because I will cut them anyways. All the words I've said, I feel, have been in vane. The one that I used to be is not anymore and the one I wanted to be may not ever happen. I feel convoluted, I encounter myself digging through my past, thinking if the decisions I made were the right ones. Most of the times I believe they were, some other I simply do not know.