I can honestly say that in my short life so far, I have, at some point, regretted every single thing I have ever done.

There is not even one exception. I thought there was, but sadly, painfully, pitifully, there isn’t.

What does this mean about me? I’m not quite sure.

Does it mean that everything I do inevitably hurts someone? Is my best course of action to get used to this or to stop it?

I don’t know. It just seems I’m always missing something when I make my decisions, and then find out that what I decided was the worst thing I could’ve done.

I even regret this, I regret it because it’s keeping me from doing anything else, but it’s letting me get past this, letting me get to other things. Right?

I don’t know any more. All I know is that I regret everything I have ever done.

I regret existing.

It’s vastly more trouble than it could ever be worth.