If you were water, I'd die of thirst.

I'm home.

And now it doesn't much feel like I left.

And I remember that night that I cried in that room, that happened both two nights ago and a year ago,
though both remarkably about very similar ordeals,

And how I reached out and I read my book and I listened to my music and
none of it was working

and then I wrote a page of poetry and that was that.

Love, Laura.

Regret is knowing of your mistakes.

Being taught a lesson in humility by yourself is always a refreshing, if regretful experience.

I just miss my best friends and I feel like I've done wrong by everyone I know,

I just want to feel like I did something right and

that someone is happy because of me

but  mostly

I just want to be held again...

I risked all the progress I made

and have nothing to show for it now

except my regrets

--laura.