Regrets

Reading through the previous entry over the weekend made me feel guilty. Sentiments so private should have been just that. I'm in my right mind if I were to delete it now and I've come so close a couple of times this morning to wiping it out forever. I should be writing about things that inspire me, something that would get me closer to my wahm dream. But I guess I don't want to either. Erase it, I mean. It's there, that's how it went. That's how I feel.