Tag Archives: regret

song of the day. #46 | song lyric sunday. #music

This week’s theme for ‘Song Lyric Sunday‘ is… peace. This is not a song about being at peace. It’s a song about craving peace… wanting to go back in time (to The Night We Met…) to undo the past to … Continue reading

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everything. #poetry

I wish I hadn’t been blind when you were by my side because I had everything I was a fool to think I’d find something more because you were everything I cannot understand why I let you go because I … Continue reading

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guilt and regret.

Both… totally useless. But how does one overcome them? This is not an instructional post. I have no fucking idea how to overcome them. I can tell you how they overcome me, though. I hold onto guilt and regret for-fucking-ever. … Continue reading

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experiment and regret.

This is a ridiculous post in which I will discuss a matter that is probably not deserving of the seriousness level of the post… in which I treat something trivial with the utmost importance. You may come out of it thinking … Continue reading

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the whole half.

Your smile that night Melted the insides of Every girl in the room But you chose me I remember your words I remember every one They replay in my head Every day I’m without you I was afraid to take … Continue reading

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how I met their father. part 5.

the story of my love life: Part 1 – Fame | Part 2 – Sandra Goes Wild | Part 3 – Sandra Grows Up… and Down | Part 4 – Uncomfortably Numb We’re kind of past the ‘how I met’ part of the story… so consider this … Continue reading

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a poem about regret.

I always thought . . .you were too perfect to be real maybe that’s why . . .I never believed you could feel those things you said . . .the sweet words spoken from your heart and I gave up … Continue reading

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how I met their father. part 4.

Previous installments:  Part 1 – Fame Part 2 – Sandra Goes Wild Part 3 – Sandra Grows Up… and Down Part 4 – Uncomfortably Numb By the time John contacted me, I was a cynical, bitter, hopeless twenty-something. I had given … Continue reading

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