|
1:55 a.m. - 04.03.2002
Regret of that Night
Just sitting here wonder how I've managed to be so content lately.
Days after the disaster occurred.
I didn't want to do it, but I was weak.
Lonely, and afraid.
Afraid of what might happen if I said no.
Afraid of losing the one person who has any interest in me whatsoever.
Yes. I've been thinking about it.
Yes. It was a mistake.
I can't say it won't happen again. And that scares me - that I can't say that.
Because I want to.
previous - next
|