What is in a regret? Anger, remorse? Why do I feel angry when I know I'm wrong? Am I angry just at myself or for you for not shaking me awake sooner.? And now I'm in the world alone, 4000 miles from home, not knowing if I'm coming or going, not knowing which way is up or down. My stomach twists with the thought that theres hope, but then it drops knowing the time has past and I'm back to square one, although this time, this time I'm angry at myself for being so stupid.
