I don't regret things. I'm just not that type of a person. It's maddening. I mean, I don't need people. I don't even want them half the time! I can't fucking let go of the whole thing! And I hate that ever sentence until this one has started with and "I". Fuck! He's not even worth it. AT ALL. He is everything that is okay but not great. Why would I want him anyway? I'm not saying that I'm all that and a bag chips, but we were not compatible. I mean why dream, why stare, why think, why dwell on something was a headache and a half. I should have no regret. I think it is less regret for what I did and more a hope that things would have been different.

Fruitless but hopeful walks around the neighborhood looking for a '56 Chevy BelAir. Inane.