Immemorial Musing

I have so many regrets that it’s unbearable. They have been eating me alive for years and years. At this point, I would say I’ve been consumed by regrets more than not.

My regrets are not things that I did, and now I with I didn’t do them.

My regrets are all of the things that I did not do.

Romantic interests, passions, hobbies, studies, the list goes on and on.

These are the things that keep me up at night. My regrets have a stronger hold on me than embarrassing moments do at this point.

I don’t know what to do about them.

I still think about certain people, and if I actually tried to talk to them or tell them how I feel. I still rethink so many little moments, and what they could have been instead if I said what I really wanted to say. I still wish I did things differently, or did entirely different things in my life.

How do I stop this onslaught? This constant attack on my mind is leaving me more and more broken as the years go by.

All I do is wish I could restart. I can’t make myself think any other way, and I can’t make myself move on and actually progress my life.

I’ve been stuck in this spiral, and now I’ve become a part of it.

-Immemorial Musing