you know that’s what you live for. the drama, the second guessing, the eventual regret that you tell yourself is actually just a lesson you’ll take with you and warn your children of, (but don’t deny, you know it’s regret in disguise).
we do it or we know the one who does it. it seeks you out, tracks you down and leaves a dirty mess of cringeworthy memories (that you literally try to shake from your body), and confusing thoughts of “what if…” that just drive you mad.
try harder. avoid. yeah, that works. or deal with it. simple.