Regret

Actions have consequences. A close former(hurts) friend told me today. it should seem like common sense, but for some reason, for me, wasn’t. It’s been a very heavy couple of weeks. There are triggers wherever I go, even in my own house. But why do I feel this way? There’s a lot of hurt lingering inside me, but why I am hurt? I had the option to not go through this. Why did I? Everything seems solvable in hindsight but I had a choice then, and I took this path so I have to deal with the consequences. Maybe one day I’ll understand why I did certain things? Unpacking feelings is hard. I have notebooks opened on my bed with pen marks all around my sheets because I fall asleep drawing out my thoughts and figuring out where it all went wrong.