and sorry i could not travel both.. i hate this feeling. when i feel that i have disappointed someone. but i couldn't sayy what he wanted me to sayy. it was impossible. whyy lie to him? whyy lie to myself? i've made this mistake once. shouldn't i be happyy for not making it again? the title of this entry is the beginning of one of myy favorite poems. the road not taken by a certain robert frost.