In a way this is my confession of regretted actions that still haunt me to this day. Just the other night I cried my eyes out thinking of all the chances I had to get to know her better (my grandmother) but I didn’t and this is my fault for making the wrong choice. I didn’t go to her birthday party and she even asked me about that too eh. But no I went to that stupid cottage with my father and step mother. It’s my fault I am never there for anything when I need to be there the most. It’s my fault, it’s always my fault and there is nothing I can do to change that fact. To make matters worse I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye, a chance to say everything I was meaning to say to her. So why, why everything why death, pain remorse and sadness. This haunting and vicious cycle of eternally damning choices? Why life if death why life if nothing brings but pain and sorrow. Why must all good things come to bad just as bad things do? Why can’t the good things remain to linger longer and completely wipe out the negative feelings in the world? Why must we continue to suffer for actions that we continually regret? How do we move on? Where do we go from here, from the place we’re always dragged back to?
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