Ghosts.

I never thought that things from my past would come back to haunt me. Things I wished I did or did not do. Things that should remain lost and forgotten. Things that do not deserve further thought. But they did.

I have always told myself not to regret anything-- miscalculated actions, bad decisions, unfortunate circumstances-- but it's always harder to do. And when I feel pangs of regret, I feel alone.

There are some things one can never share with other people (regret, for instance). One can never explain fully, nor justify it. It would seem foolish to rationalize it. It's just there to eat away the present moment, consuming every good thought, every good thing there is to be thankful for.

I don't know how much of myself I can still give, if there's any of me left. I don't have the strength to go on if this keeps up. (Whoever you are who watches over us, please tell me what to do.)