heartache
it occurs once in a while when i look back. so many mistakes. so many repeated mistakes. and it hurts that i can never go back and fix them, make everything okay, and it hurts that i don’t know if i’ll make the same mistakes again. because it has come up repeatedly— i am me. i’ll do the things i do even if i don’t want me to.
the past shaped me, but i was already distorted from the day i was born.
