You know… there are those moments in your life when you make plans. When your face is sunny and you daydream about an X thing you’ll going to do or a person you’ll going to meet and you’re so anxious. Then, there’s the action. When it actually happens. When you’re even happier than when you were planning it. And then, after everything passed you regret because that thing didn’t last longer.
Let’s talk about regrets. They’re always coming to make us feel down and maybe guilty for something we’ve done. We always want more and we don’t accept what we’re given. So we regret. A past day, a past period, past things in general. and we use to say that we give up, we want to die and leave everything behind just because something doesn’t come out as we want it to be. Well, you’re there. In that very spot where you’re fed up with trying so hard to make things right when you see they are left… anyway, not how you wish they would be. There are these little things that make your life happy and they are not persons. They are things, feelings, bits of God. And the others don’t understand you. They want you to be a grown up, a person who doesn’t care. Who takes life as it comes. Well, what a disappointment. You’re not like that. You get involved easily. In everything around you. And you don’t like to see the big things. No. You’re a small things lover. And you crave for affection and understanding. And they don’t give you that. Because they don’t know how much you need it.
Ah well, you’ve come to that part where you want people to hate you. Because by doing it, they’d leave you alone. They won’t ask for responsibilities neither obligations nor they will wait something from you. It’s going to be you and yourself alone. It’s painful, but better for a while. You want out. And when you finally will, you’ll regret it. See? We all go back to regrets in the end…
