Sometimes I think about my decisions leading up to this point. I wonder why I did what I did quite often.
I was such a foolish child, doing the things I was doing. I regret all of it.
Why was I so dumb? Was it even really my fault?
I didn't know any better, how would it be my fault?
Yet I can't help feeling like it's still my fault.
Even though I didn't understand. I still feel like it's entirely my fault.
I was stupid enough to do all of it, I should've known better.
And now that I'm older, I can't get rid of it.
It haunts me.
And it will continue to do so until the day I die.
I can't do anything about it.