on a scale of sherlock holmes to dean winchester, how much do you hate yourself?
seriously though. life is full of wonders and regrets. you can't stop the thought of 'what if' from popping into your head and as soon as it does, the regret settles in. you can't help it. no one really can. and i think it's bull when people say they have no regrets because then they wouldn't be were they are in life currently. maybe that's the case... but there's always one thing. that one thing you wish you could change. that teeny tiny little detail. maybe life would be better if things had gone a certain way. maybe it would be different if you hadn't made that first cut, taken that first swig to numb the pain of regret. how do you live with it? how do you carry that regret?