I regret not listening to my parents and other adults when they told me to be careful. That things usually start off small and then turn into something bigger. Slowly, gradually.
I didn’t listen. I thought I was smart enough…strong enough…to keep my boundaries and my morals and most importantly, myself.
Now I realize that I’m so far beyond lost and I don’t know how it got to this point or how I’ve justified my decisions thus far. It happened so slowly I didn’t even realize it until it was too late. It was just how they said it would happen. One day I woke up and realized that I didn’t recognize myself anymore.
I know I only have myself to blame. I regret that I’m never going to be the same person I was before I met you but I desperately want to be. I wish I could go back and change my decision that day. Then none of this would have happened.