Regrets. Fears. Hopes.
Regrets.
I regret seeing the people I care about die.
I regret that so many good people are gone.
I regret that I have not always told them how much they mean to me.
I regret my hesitancy.
I regret listening to gossip above listening to my feelings.
I regret trying to rationalise everything in my life.
I regret using the tube instead of the bus.
I regret going to Cypus.
I regret coming back from Cyprus.
I regret letting Nico go so easily.
I regret feeling too little grief.
I regret how my job desensitises me.
I regret my cat dying.
I regret blushing.
I regret having to go to so many funerals.
I regret not always making the right decisions.
I regret me.
Fears.
I fear dying for nothing.
I fear failing.
I fear letting people down.
I fear the death of those close to me.
I fear living without them.
I fear I will never be capable of trusting myself to care.
I fear being lonely.
I fear being happy.
I fear living.
Hopes.
I hope he won't give up on me.
It was Ruth's list.