Regret
It’s something that I’ve been trying to avoid for the past 26 years.
And I think I’ve taken a step further to remove it in my system.
Yes, sometimes words hurt. Sentences sear your skin like a lighted match, only it takes a delayed reaction or so. Statements that leave you agape, your tongue left hanging, your mind left wondering what the frig just happened.
Tell you what, I didn’t think about what I said, and honestly, I don’t care what you feel.
As long as I think it’s true, if I get the courage to do it or if my brain does not care to filter my thoughts before they reach my mouth, I’ll say it.
And I don’t regret what I just did. Because I know it’s true.
Yep, that’s the Bastard me. Say all the things you want. And I’ll say something I won’t regret… and you’ll hear something you’d wish you never heard.
It’s a good thing that it’s that time of the month for me. At least I have a reason. And an excuse.
(Yes people, those are two different things. And today, I have the privilege of having both.)
