It's so hard for me to separate regret from self-pity. But somewhere in there is genuine regret. I'm sure it's genuine. But it always comes out tainted. I have no purity. Purity is the coin of courage. Murkiness is the province of fear. Living in fear is plugging up the stream of fresh water and sitting in a backwater of sludge. And then imagining you're safe. From what? What's worse than sitting in your own soup? O gjotlk uu, fomgers ist sjofted.
I put a bird in this because some people like birds.