I don't know what to write about anymore

Stop replaying that night when you drank too much and said the wrong things and kissed the wrong person. Stop wishing you could take back the words you said in the fight that ended things for good. Stop wishing you had gotten better grades in high school instead of taking up a habit that you still haven't broken 5 years later. Stop wishing you had taken more pictures last Christmas because you didn't know it would be the last Christmas you would spend with your father. Stop wondering if your best friend took what you said that one time the wrong way. Stop hating yourself for staying quiet that one time you saw something you knew was wrong, but turned a blind eye. We are all fucked up people. We are all flawed. We have all hurt someone we love, we have all broken things that can never be repaired. But regret gets exhausting, and eventually, if you let it, it will bleed you dry. Forgive yourself.

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