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Regrets in life


"Never regret anything because at one point it was exactly what you wanted."
I regret not knowing what I wanted.
I only knew what others wanted
I gave everyone what they wanted : My confidence

I never wanted to share almost everything with him
I never wanted to tell him all of my secrets
I never wanted to do things that I didn't want to do so that he would like me
I never wanted to be depressed and forget about everyone
I never wanted to make people sad or upset
I never wanted to hurt the people who love me the most
I never wanted to ignore people 
I never wanted to have my razor be my best friend
I never wanted to talk about friends badly
I never wanted to think about suicide
I never wanted to take that picture
I never wanted to let him make that video
I never wanted to date someone who would make me feel worthless
I never wanted to say that I was okay when people asked
I never wanted to go against what I believed in
I never wanted to forgive him for disrespecting me
I never wanted to think that I was not good enough
I never wanted to listen to people who called me ugly
I never wanted to think that I was stupid
I never wanted to listen to my parents when they said that I was "different"
I never wanted to believe that no one would ever love me for me
I never wanted to not talk to the person who loves me the most....

Just a few of my regrets in life...

I never wanted to regret so many things.
I wasted my life on things that I now regret..
-Belle Rose

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