Sometimes I lie in bed thinking about what my life has become. All the wrong things I've done and why I did them. Then I remember why and it makes me want to throw up in my bathroom. I remember everything that's wrong with me is my fault completely. It's why people don't talk to me and why I don't talk to people. People left me and it was my fault. If only I could restart. If only I could tell everybody I was sorry. Then, I wouldn't have as many regrets as I do.