I don't have regrets.
I am regret.
"Something old leaves her, and something new enters. A profound devastation. An awful, razor-edged wisdom. She takes her hand away from Fab, and collapses against Giulia, pinned forever to the void of this moment, the terror of regret."
Saint of The Narrows Street, by William Boyle
The terror of regret. Regret is the overwhelming emotion experienced by people on their deathbed.
If I don't get my shit together, my deathbed will be a fucking nightmare.
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