That sinking feeling

You know that feeling when you've done something you shouldn't, or when you should've done something but you didn't? The silence that seems so calm but only God knows how congested your mind is with thoughts. Thoughts of a thousand what ifs. And at the end of it all, what you feel is just a sinking feeling, like it or not. And then you wish that you would just sink into the deep of nothingness, so you don't have to feel things. I, wish that I could sink myself in the deepest ocean, down to the bottom of it and never come back. I'm there, almost there.

And bit by bit I begin to doubt myself, probably it's just quarter-life crisis, but mostly knowing the fact that I don't know many things. I'm wise but I'm naive - pick one already! You can't be both for that long! 

Probably right now I wish I did things differently, but then again if I did, would I even be here? Both, would still be filled with remorse, cause it seems like that's part and parcel of life you just have to deal with, no matter how many times you tell yourself, and other people, that you have no regrets. Lies, such lies. Everyone have their own skeleton in the closet. 

So, which seat do I take?