I don’t regret things. I think it’s pointless. I don’t regret drinking and being too intoxicated to stop them from taking advantage of me. It haunts me, I cry about it, but I don’t regret it. And yet I regret dating you. That just shows how horrible of a person you truly are.
Sometimes I wonder who I really am. Without the meds, without the anxiety, without the depression and the memories. But when I don’t take the pills, I hate the useless, quivering person I become. I can’t erase what happened. I’m not getting better. Maybe this is who I am now. Forever.