I try my hardest never to regret anything, reminding myself, that even if something goes wrong in the end, that at one point, the decision I’d made had been exactly what I had wanted, and has shaped me to be the person i am now; for better or worse.
But what about when the decision hurts someone so bad, it pushes them to the point that they try and kill themselves to get away from the pain…
Everyone tells me it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t help but feel like it is… and I wish so bad i could take away all the hurt from the person who’d never hurt me… who’s only sin was loving the wrong girl…
I don’t know if I’ll ever really be able to forgive myself….