Thinking back, I regret never attending prom. … read more

Being mean to you was a poison I chose to drink, hoping it would make me feel powerful, but it only left a bitter aftertaste of shame. … read more

I said I was “busy.” That was the lie that let me keep my hands clean. … read more

I miss chances I didn’t take because I was scared. … read more

I hate how harsh I was with myself for being sensitive. … read more

I regret the years I spent trying to earn rest like it was a reward. … read more

I regret the friendships I let fade because I assumed they’d always be there. … read more