welp i regret saying some shit but at the same time i'm glad i said it because its true
i regret doing some shit but at the same time im glad i did these things because in the end i was justified
i feel wholesome and yet empty. like a bottle once full of wine but the wine was sipped from, just enough for some to be missing but not enough for it to effect the bottle and unless you pay attention. if you fail to notice the difference then, to you, the wine still looks full, but it's not. and like the wine that was sipped from and placed back on the shelves as if nothing happened, a sickness left behind from the assailants dirty mouth is spreading throughout my soul- no, my essence, my very being, a foul thing; something rotten, something that will taint me and turn me sour if something isn't done soon. perhaps it will ferment my soul even further, improve my taste, or perhaps it will ferment it too much, make it rotten, and turn it into poison. only time will tell, however, no matter how much i regret my actions and my words, i am not sorry, i am sure of my actions as sure as the sun sets and the moon rises, i am confident in my choices. thank you.