The hurt

I regret everything.

I regret ever saying yes to the first person to ask me out when I thought I was an ugly duck that nobody wanted.

I regret regret accepting compliments from guys who I thought were just being nice and sensitive over my disgusting persona.

I regret kissing the first boy to ever want to kiss me because he wanted to see how it was like.

I regret listening to the problems and stressful situations of the guys I was into.

I regret ever letting any of them touch me in a perverted manner.

I regret enjoying it.

I regret feeling safe in his arms.

I regret ever meeting him.

I regret ever making the first move to get closer to him.

I regret telling him it's ok.

I regret letting him know I'll be there whenever you need me.

I regret having any feelings for you.

I regret crying over you.


And most importantly I regret ever meeting my dad.

I regret listening to him about his days.

I regret ever getting to know him.

I regret it all.

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