October 29th
I was wrong, so fucking wrong about everything. I was "one of those rare cases that had no regrets"; that was bullshit. I fucking hate who I've become, as I continuously drown myself in liquor and gin, but I just can't stop. If I even stay sober for two seconds, those awful thoughts return to haunt me and make me feel like a useless piece of shit. Sometime I just wish I could disappear to take away all my pain; jump in the ocean and just not swim. It's not like you would give a shit if I simply vanished anyway, you were perfectly happy with your new man.
I regret taking you out on a fancy dinner for our anniversary, we should've just stayed in and rented a movie. The accident was my fault, you lost you're memory because I just had to show the world my beautiful girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend now, but I don't think I'll ever get used to saying that. The entire accident could've been avoided, we could still be together if I didn't make that stupid decision; you would still be mine and I would be the one kissing you goodnight right now.
I regret it so badly and I'm going to have to live with that for the rest of my life. Or for as long as I decide to live.
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