"It's one of those days when all your debts have caught up with you, and there's no way you can repay them, because you've done too little, and it's way too late. Too late for repentance, or forgiveness, or hope, or humbled sorrys. Too late for rectification of mistakes. Too late to revisit the past, because that's just what it is; the past. Perhaps it formed a precedent for today, but long gone are they, because all you can do now is revisit them in your head and believe (with all your heart) that they hold meaning for you and still mean something (anything, really) for the rest involved. And what's left is the acrid taste of bitterness and a strange mix of anger (toward's one's self), (self)resentment, (self)hurt, (self-induced)pain, and the self-destructive power of a sad voice called regret; you're too late, too late, too late."
it's exactly one of those days,
when i regret every single thing i said,
every last thing i did,
every moronic thought i had that this would be for the better.
ENOUGH.