i have regrets.
i regret a lot of things i've done in my life, and a lot of things i wasn't able to do, or things i chose not to do out of stubbornness, anger, or fear. i regret things i've said to people because it hurt them, and hurt my friendships.
i regret things i had no control over and could not fix. i regret people i could not save.
and you know what sucks?
i'm only 16. if i live even ten more years, i'm going to regret ten more years of error. that depresses me.
i also have fears.
i fear for my future.
well, that's not entirely true. i fear for the outcome of my future and how it will impact those around me. i fear i won't ever be able to properly support a family because of how i am. i'm selfish, unreliable, clumsy, forgetful, rude, pessimistic, and above all, my mind is corrupt.
my fears reach their charred fingers up through the haze and grasp my thoughts. they torture them. regret pounces upon fear's prey and tears it apart, shredding goals, splattering hope's blood all ov