REGRET
Regret is such a short word but it stretches on forever… -Ranata Suzuki
He acted on every instinct he had the second he had it,
as if living was only an act of doing that which he thought he wanted,
and when it was less than luxurious he would crumble into pieces.
When I wake up hungover from the regret of being broken, I wonder if I succeeded in pushing everyone away, you know, just so I can be...
Fake friend, Flaked again friend, Called and fell asleep friend, Can’t be bothered to listen to me friend. Fake friend, Always showing up...
I wear these scares like armor. Proof! of all the s t r e n g t h I harbor – signs of my bravery burned into my cells! Living &...
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