A write-up I penned months ago (via my prior tumblr account) haunts me. Had I not be so open about my complaints, I could have spared my relationship with a real good friend from wounds and scars. Mine haven’t healed. I guess. With all these “bad dreams”.
Had I not been that careless and immature and insensitive, I might not be suffering from this kind of depression. Had I not been so jealous, our relationship could have been protected…and might have been continuously cultivated as of press time.
If I’d be given the chance to talk to you once and for all, (if it won’t insult you seeing this shameless face) I will plead for your forgiveness. And tell you how much I regret everything but one—my stand for my belief.