Regrets...

Really regret a fair few things in life. And if I could wind back the clocks I would. I'd love the opportunity to do things differently but still know what I did wrong and the consequences of that.

Regret is a sweet pinkish-blue. Artificial is probably a better word, but sweet is what is in my head. The pink is like the pink you get in those yoghurts that are all artificial strawberries or raspberries or something like that. That horrid pale pink. It's just so artificial even if it says natural on the packet. And the blue is that bright blue of food dye you get. It's the colour when it's in the bottle. The two colours are abstractly swirled together and they only blend very slightly at the edges. It catches you by surprise even though you know it's coming. It plunges over you like something horrid and it leaves your hair feeling all greasy and fowl.

The things I regret most in life are nothing to be proud of as otherwise I wouldn't regret it. Obviously. I think I regret myself mostly. Maybe if I was different things would be better for others. That would be nice. Fabulous even. But who knows. Made a bit of a pickle out of a few friendships that mean a lot to me. That's highly regrettable and again my fault. If I was different then maybe it wouldn't have happened. But then if I was different I may not have those friendships.

Meh, I am who I am. And yeah. Nothing I can do other than regret and try to resolve it I guess. Yeah. I guess. Sorry.