that huge last line of coke (1/2 gram) after an all-day spree on superbowl sunday back in 1997
telling my little sister that the trip to florida wasn't fun, knowing that she was a blabbermouth
getting into the mustang with the other four guys and not getting out before we went around the curve at 85
that one particular hit of white blotter on a cold january day years and years ago
ever offering to give her a ride home, ever trusting her, ever telling her i loved her
the way i ****** off my entire high school education and blew insane amounts of potential up in smoke
ever taking that bartending job
leaving that note for scott
not stomping that ************ into the ground after he suckerpunched me
the way i broke up with my first real girlfriend
- these are some of the things i regret, but i wouldn't take any of them back, because if i did, i wouldn't have those closest to me now