You'll have regrets. You say you don't because that's what you're supposed to say but you will have a thousand and sometimes that's all you'll be able to think about when you're lying in bed at night.
You'll miss people you shouldn't miss. You know you shouldn't miss them but you miss them anyway and you hate them for it but you hate yourself even more.
You'll lie to people. Say you're okay and wonder how they could ever believe you.
You'll kiss someone you shouldn't kiss. You wish you had never given him your number because God forbid that kiss meant something to him. You'll hate him for attaching meaning to it but you'll hate yourself for not to.
You'll miss people you shouldn't miss. You know you shouldn't miss them but you miss them anyway and you hate them for it but you hate yourself even more.
You'll lie to people. Say you're okay and wonder how they could ever believe you.
You'll kiss someone you shouldn't kiss. You wish you had never given him your number because God forbid that kiss meant something to him. You'll hate him for attaching meaning to it but you'll hate yourself for not to.
