Regret

I'm disappointed at myself. For being the jerk that I am. For being the asshole for not calling her.
For being the idiot of getting together with her in the first place. Now that things are going down the drain, I'm only angry at the fact that I never looked back at my decisions, again, and I'm about to lose someone, possibly permanently, very dear to me. I hate this situation that I'm in, fighting a losing war and not being able to do anything about it. Every call, every thought hurts, I remember once Napoleon said that to win a losing war, don't get into it in the first place. How did I make that mistake? Fishsticks.