regrets

Sometimes, you really hate yourself for the decisions that you've made.
It's like a promise made but not kept- you hate yourself so much for not keeping to it, but at the same time you know it's hard to follow with it...

You just want to run away, run away from these problems. Escaping might not be the best solution, but sometimes it's the only option available to you.

And so, you run.
You run like the wind. So fast that people can't seem to be able to catch up with you, so sudden that they might not realise that you've even come and gone. You stop to catch your breath. Sweat trickles down the sides of your forehead, down to your neck and onto your back. Your black T-shirt is damp from all that running. And yet, you don't seem to notice.

You've regretted all your life.
So you're not going to regret again, never again. You will not pause to ponder at things that once seemed to mean a lot to you. No, you don't. You cared, but in the end, nobody appreciated it. That was your first regret, helping people who didn't deserve your care and concern. The next regret came years later. Your best friend just turned your back on you. You did nothing wrong. You regret not asking her what her problem was, and now it's all too late... everyone has turned their back on you, thinking that you've changed, when you have not.

You regret.
You want to stop regretting, but you can't. Because regret is a vicious cycle. It is a monster which turns up at the most unexpected of moments.

It is here again.
You continue running...
Running...
Running...