I get contemplative when it gets late
I can’t help but think about how many bridges I have burned in my life. I can’t help to think about how much energy it took to burn those bridges and in retrospect how many other hypothetical bridges I should have burned instead of these. It almost pains me to think of the people that I should be close with, that I was close with, that I want to be close with, and instead I chose to disregard them. These people are not plethoric by any means, but there are a few people that I wish I was just far closer with than the non-speaking terms we are likely on for whatever reason. Not only this but I can’t help to think about the people that I still want to be close to who have chosen to cut ties with me. There is a few people that I almost resent for choosing to end our relationship of whatever capacity but I remember the fact that I have done the same to others. I hate nothing more than when people say they have no regrets. In my mind, if you regret nothing, you don’t acknowledge the good you could have done.
