We should all start to live before we get too old. Fear is stupid. So are regrets.
I can’t help the fact that I’m bothered. Genuinely and irrevocably bothered. By your absence, by my disappointment, by my despair, and by your utter lack of interest and care. I knew this day would come. I hoped it wouldn’t. And it bothers me that I don’t know why I expected it to turn out different. A for fucking effort.