Regret is an awful being. He keeps plaguing me with his whining and sighing and relentlessly pulling me down. Relentlessly.

Regret took a hold of me and swallowed me whole.

Funny thing is, even after that, I kept putting things off again in what I call an attempt in "managing my time."

I feel so down at times that it had consumed me in its suffocating, pitch black tummy - leaving me just enough space for a foetal position. He grumbled and tumbled and laugh a bellow laugh. Making the walls tremble against my skin.

Suffocating. Icky. Sticky. A gooey feeling inside you.

A very, very, very bad feeling.

But I can't really help it now. It had become a part of me.

A Part of Who I Am.

Is it possible to really fear inferior as I feel right now? Will I really be able to make it?

Help me get these tentacles off me.

Labels: attempts in writing, deep, emotions, favourite post, introvert thoughts, writing

OLD | NEW
© 2011-2014.