I would have done so much different had I known the consequence of my actions but I was a child and how was I to know? I understand now things I once had, security even within transience and I squandered, oh did I squander. Even now I am drawn to the childish impulse to lay blame. It was he, because he hurt me. It was she, because she lied. Childish impulses to hurt, destroy, scream and cry- to leap off of the top floor, a memo around my neck with chicken scrawl, "I regret it all," and oh, I dearly do.
There are many weighs I do not know how to carry with me and so I didn't walk with them, I stayed and rested and hibernated for years before I tried to go outside again.
There are many things I still do not know that I feel an adult should. I've never understood less in my life.