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I do this all the time. When ever I'm lonely. I try to remember, but than all I remember is the hurt. The hurt I felt and the hurt I caused. Yes, I have regrets. I always will. I'm not lying about any of this shit anymore. If you ask I'll tell you the truth. You probably won't beleive it anyway. Not that you'd ask. Why am I obsessed with the thought of your forgivness? And you know what, I smoke pot. I don't care if you judge me for it. Because I will still reach my goals in life. I'm not really sure where this is going. I guess I just needed to vent a little.