September 4, 2006

Loving someone who doesn’t love me…

I regret loving someone who doesn’t love me. I regret thinking about myself too much. I regret my wasted childhood that I spent bent over to avoid the rush of the ‘real world.’ I regret those years of self-conscious woe and self-imposed grief and the fact that my grandmother’s going to die and that I can’t stop it.

Submitted by: Allison

posted to Family,Lovers,Yourself

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