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.