Mistakes.

I've made a lot of them. Over these 21 years I feel like I've made enough to make any eighty year old man cringe. From turning left on red to leaving home when I was sixteen years old, the mistakes that make up the man I am today are only part of what everyone goes through everyday. I'm nothing special because my feelings are "so strong" or because I think "my heart is breaking". I'm no different than the man sitting next to me on the bus. My hurt doesn't matter any more than yours or his or hers. There's nothing to be said for me. You can't vouch for my innocence. There really isn't any.
However. Giving up is out of the question. No more can be said for me than this. I'm a terrible human being. I've broken people like a child breaks his or her favorite toy. I've stolen the happiness from people's hearts and spit in their faces. I've taken advantage of the people over and again. I've lied, cheated, hated, cursed, destroyed...and everything else everyone else has done. I've given up before. I've thought, what's the point? I've given in to my weaknesses and pretended nothing matters. I've thrown the white flag.

And I've never felt more regret in my life.