There is so much about my life that I have regretted. So many embarrassing things I have done. So many horrible decisions that Ive made. The only thing I can do now is move on. Who I was is not who I am. My heart aches for those that I have hurt, for those who have been whiteness to my mistakes. I have no idea why anyone ever talks to me.
No big deal just causally waiting for my coffee next to a guy who’s virginity I took and then never talked to him again.
Why do I fucking even care about you