

I regret. Do you?


This post covers sensitive topics regarding depression and anxiety. I hope this can comfort others who feel the same. You aren't alone. The sun glimmers on my skin, my voice cracks as music plays in my ears. I try to sing along to the words but the only sensation I can feel is regret choking me. I feel the hands, spikey, long, gripping at my neck and squeezing it as hard as they can. I see the veins