regrets
i’ve heard people keep saying there’s no point of looking back and regret what we’ve done in the past. well, fuck it now.
i’m regretting every single bit of every word and everything i did that night. who knows i will end up so fucked up, and even worst, who knows i’ll make two other person even more fucked. 3 days has passed, but i can’t still let it go.
maybe i wont even let this to just fade away without any explanation. its my dignity that matters, and fuck you when you said we’re cool, and we accept you as who you are. i ain’t what you think, and i don’t wanna be one.
i’ll keep looking back with regrets. its my fault anyway.
