Oct 14, 2016
pas de’ regrets
Every now and then I’ve lamented over my existence, regretted places I’ve been , been sorry of situations I was a part of, blamed myself for people I’ve encountered, or hated people which once I loved to the moon and back or maybe loved the same people I’d begun hating, or the people I’d never thought were worth it, that I regret the love, regret the hate. Maybe like every quotidian social instinto, it happens with everyone. Or wait. I might be wrong. Maybe its just me.