My regret is my existence. My life plays out as a cycle of mistake after mistake. I can look back and see them so clearly now but not the reason why. Did I know they were mistakes at the time? Some of them, yeah I did. Others, I don’t know, I really don’t know. Will this stop me making more mistakes? No. Everybody makes mistakes, we’re human after all. Mine are more than that, I can’t use that as an excuse anymore. It’s so clear. My regrets and my misery are self inflicted. They overshadow the good things in my life. The things I don’t deserve. Eventually they will overtake them. They will spread like a poison inflicting misery on the people around me. My regret is that I exist, it’s that I can’t go back to right my wrongs, its that I know I will continue to make more for as long as I am alive. I am my own worst enemy and eventually I will become that of the people I love. My regret is that I’m am not strong enough to free them of me.
Female 29
**Update**
Thinking it was ok to tell a complete stranger about these mistakes! Sharing my deepest thoughts, memories and feelings…things I’ve held on to for years and never told a soul. Trusting and believing when he said I wasn’t ‘annoying’ BULLFUCKINGSHIT!! Screw you and screw therapy!!
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Love, I think one BIG thing you’re not seeing is that every single person you do and don’t know is as messed up as you…seriously. So their problems will affect you as much as yours will them, if you are at least trying; so its a fairly balanced situation! What we need is to be born again. We don’t need an end, just a new beginning.
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