I forgot that the past impacts the present. I wish I could just erase it. Everything I said. Find a new hobby. Convey a different way.
But the fact of the matter is, I made those decisions for a reason and regret does nothing but tear you apart.
I'm an angry writer, a doubtful poet, and a messed up girl trying to find her niche. I'm confused and scared as hell.

I've lost my character and trying to find my way back is going to be one hell of a ride.