you know what completely irritates me is the fact that we all have the tendency to say we regret something we once wanted. so tell them, tell them about what happened that year. tell them how infatuated I was, tell them that I was mad for him, and tell them how he completely transformed me to a new person. tell them about how I became depress, how I made him “my world,” and how I cried for that last month. then slowly tell them the first time I finally met him, tell them how I hated cheesy things and he made me grow to like it, tell them how he was such a book to read and the amount of time I talked about him. tell them I wanted him, and now, I don’t. anymore. And I don’t regret anything. All I did was flip to the next chapter, he’s apart of my story but it doesn’t mean I have to rip a page because he defined me to who I am now. So why would I regret, I wanted him during that time. And it made me the happiest during that time.
if we both fucking cared, we would have done something. well guess what, none of us tried so what’s the use of trying to make things right. but it contradicts the other statement, see if we did try, one of us would still carry the guilt. it will never be the same either way. because you don’t understand that I’m the one whose trying to lift this weight off my shoulders, and you’re here being a conceited human being straddling off with your do-abouts.