Regret-Entry 27
That's what I should be doing right now. Regretting everything I did. But why should I? It's bad enough that it happened. It's bad enough I can't even get to sleep and worse that I always keep myself locked away from others. Do I really need to torture myself even more, regretting? Haven't I learned my lesson by now? The fact that I'm even asking myself…perhaps I haven't.
The more I think about it, the more it hurts, the more I write. But look at me; I'm dancing around the point. I can't even tell myself…
But then, I've been doing it for the longest time. Telling myself that it was just me. I did this to myself. I set myself up for this future, for this sad existence. That's if I even exist. Not really. Not at all, yet I'm here; thinking. If I didn't exist, I wouldn't be here writing about it, but despite that I can't help but think that I really don't exist that I'm just playing myself and everyone else.