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bed. If I didn't have children to care for I would never get up. I think
 of taking my own life everyday. The feeling is so overwhelming that 
some days I just don't know if I'm going to make it. I have no energy 
and I get easily adjetated. I have been on medication for 6 mths and 
nothing has changed. I hate feeling this way and I can't control it at 
all. I pray for good every night that I don't wake up the next morning. I
 love my family so much but I can't fix myself. Sometimes I think they 
would be better without me!! 
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  I just wanted to believe nothing was wrong, that she wouldn't do such a
 thing.  11 years of marriage tends to cloud your judgement I suppose.  
 I regret waiting so long to call her out on her affair.   I regret not 
trusting myself and having the confidence to confront her.  I regret 
giving her a second chance. She moved out "to find herself" and I regret
 holding out hope she would come back. &lt;br /&gt;
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Most of all, I regret not realizing sooner that she wasn't trying and she didn't care.  &lt;br /&gt;
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M/43 divorced
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~4/hFXjNrWwOGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.secretregrets.com/feeds/3670586524447044042/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389607860611998021&amp;postID=3670586524447044042&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/3670586524447044042?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/3670586524447044042?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~3/hFXjNrWwOGc/secret-regret-of-day-may-21-2013.html" title="SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 21, 2013" /><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.secretregrets.com/2013/05/secret-regret-of-day-may-21-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcESHg9eSp7ImA9WhBaEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389607860611998021.post-3908540974208410933</id><published>2013-05-20T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T00:00:09.661-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-20T00:00:09.661-05:00</app:edited><title>SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 20, 2013</title><content type="html">There is a part of me that wishes you well in life, that is not the part
 I regret. I regret wishing you negativity. Although you stripped me 
down to nothing two years ago.. i spent two years of my life over 
analyzing every last detail attempting to figure out what went wrong. I 
spent two years of my life picking up the pieces and trying to fit them 
all back together. I spent countless hours thinking of our relationship 
and wishing that for every time you hurt me mentally and physically 
there would be someone in your life to return the favor or destroying 
your self esteem and self worth. But after two years of this fictional 
world i would drift off into i am finally content with my life. I am 
finally happy &amp;amp; i regret wishing you sorrow...i regret letting you 
influence my life even with the absence of your presence. I am finally 
free!! 
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better than what we had. Even more-so, I regret not telling you the 
whole story. Every day I wish it never happened. I cannot picture myself
 without you; although it's no excuse. I will carry this burden with me 
until the day I die, because the day I die I pray I'll still be with 
you.
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fullest and being too afraid to approach women for fear of rejection. 
I'll be 30 this year and I've never been in a relationship.
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never know because of my stupid mistakes. The day you committed suicide 
was the day that I thought of you the most, the day I read what you 
wrote to me and wrote letters I was too afraid to send. The next day was
 the one where I found out that you killed yourself. You took with you 
the parts of me that only you knew and you buried them with you. You 
took my heart. I wish there was a more poetic, beautiful way to say 
this, but the simple truth is that I miss you. I miss your smile, your 
little giggle and the way you said "I love you, dear," and how you knew 
just what to say when I was thinking of ending my life. I just miss you,
 Aggie, and the thing I will forever regret most is not keeping in touch
 and letting you know that I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;RIP, my dearest Aggie, and I hope you've found your home.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~4/wtwmgZ2U8Oo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.secretregrets.com/feeds/5893218584057125282/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389607860611998021&amp;postID=5893218584057125282&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/5893218584057125282?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/5893218584057125282?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~3/wtwmgZ2U8Oo/secret-regret-of-day-may-17-2013.html" title="SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 17, 2013" /><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.secretregrets.com/2013/05/secret-regret-of-day-may-17-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMERXozfSp7ImA9WhBbFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389607860611998021.post-437596943377694616</id><published>2013-05-16T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-16T00:00:04.485-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-16T00:00:04.485-05:00</app:edited><title>SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 16, 2013</title><content type="html">I regret ruining our friendship by loving you. We were best friends, 
practically since birth, but I had to screw it up because I had feelings
 for you. Sure, we're still young, and anything could happen, but when I
 found out you love her, I didn't understand. What does she have that I 
don't? I'll never be more than a friend to you, and it hurts a lot more 
than you know. You thought it was just a crush, but still, ignoring me 
for two months now? I wish I didn't love you.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~4/FzihdlrRJbk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.secretregrets.com/feeds/437596943377694616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389607860611998021&amp;postID=437596943377694616&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/437596943377694616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/437596943377694616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~3/FzihdlrRJbk/secret-regret-of-day-may-16-2013.html" title="SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 16, 2013" /><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.secretregrets.com/2013/05/secret-regret-of-day-may-16-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcERHo6fyp7ImA9WhBbFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389607860611998021.post-5505506813955189651</id><published>2013-05-15T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-15T00:00:05.417-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-15T00:00:05.417-05:00</app:edited><title>SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 15, 2013</title><content type="html">Today I found an old message you sent me... part of it read, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As long as i'm alive, i'll always protect you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not making you go to the doctors sooner when I was worried it could be something worse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I wouldn't be racked with guilt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you'd still be alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I protect you like you did for me!
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~4/hkMvMNoVC4A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.secretregrets.com/feeds/5505506813955189651/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389607860611998021&amp;postID=5505506813955189651&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/5505506813955189651?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/5505506813955189651?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~3/hkMvMNoVC4A/secret-regret-of-day-may-15-2013.html" title="SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 15, 2013" /><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.secretregrets.com/2013/05/secret-regret-of-day-may-15-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANRXo5cSp7ImA9WhBbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389607860611998021.post-2911542546892719989</id><published>2013-05-14T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T08:56:34.429-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-14T08:56:34.429-05:00</app:edited><title>SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 14, 2013</title><content type="html">I can't make her leave him and I give up. I'm sorry that you are OK with
 being hit and pushed around and constantly cover for him. Your parents 
are worried, I am worried. You never come to class anymore and you were 
on scholarship. I hate seeing your life being destroyed by this man and 
that you won't listen to me when I try to help. I don't lecture you, I 
listen and I try to be helpful but I can't sit around and watch him 
treat you like this anymore. I am walking away and leaving it up to YOU 
to decide when enough is enough. I'm sorry I can't be a better friend 
and stick around but maybe me leaving will be just what you need to 
realize what you have truly lost. I am leaving this up to God and you 
now because anything I say to you or your family won't change what YOU 
do. I pray and will continue to pray for your safety and finding the 
strength to leave him but I am not going to listen to another complaint 
about him when you have the power to leave. Goodbye Chelsea, I will be 
here for you when you decide to leave him for good but I am not sitting 
around hearing you go on about how awful he is and then turn around and 
stay with him. It is your life and I will gladly be a part of it when 
J. is gone. I love you please leave him. 
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&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I thought, 
"They're long dead," every time I saw your pictures. I wanted to believe
 you were alive, but my cynical nature wouldn't allow me to hold 
onto that hope for you. I feel like I failed you. I sincerely hope that 
you ladies can recover from the horrors of your ordeal and find the 
peace and happiness you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Male, 39&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland, Ohio
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least in the way that she needed. I watched her struggle with depression
 and try hard to make things work especially in relationships. She tried
 for years to be happy and make sure that I had some father figure in my
 life after my dad left us. I watched her stay with a man who only used,
 abused and repeatedly cheated on her because she craved acceptance and 
love. In the end though she would always forgive him and let it go, 
until one day he finally had no use for her anymore. He kicked us out 
and we were homeless and poor, yet she never let me go without. She 
worked as hard as she could to be a good mom and I still wouldn't accept
 her. I blamed her for the things he did and the way he treated her. I 
thought "well clearly it's what she wants because she keeps going back".
 When she met someone knew I backed off because I wanted her to be happy
 but I saw the cycle begin again and I did nothing. I watched her slip 
back into a depression especially after we lost my sister, and I again 
rejected her. I became disgusted by her because I expected more from 
her. I wanted her to be strong, but what I didn't see is that she needed
 me. I made her feel stupid for trying to be happy, but in all honesty 
that is all I wanted for her. I regret not being able to help her 
recognize how I really felt and I wish I would've let her into my life 
more. I no longer live at home, this was to spite her,and I rarely talk 
to her. I miss my mom, I wish I would've been more understanding of her 
feelings. I didn't show her that she was doing fine on her own. She 
raised me to be strong willed and independent. I find it difficult to 
talk to her because when I do I just become frustrated. I love my mom 
but I regret not being able to recognize that she has feelings and needs
 too. I regret being so selfish. 
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 regret that the child was too afraid to tell her mother when it first 
started (about age 13), even though she tried to tell her once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that many people still worship this sick man as if he is God or Holy.
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of me. As a man I should have said or done something to prevent it. I 
wish I could learn to trust people again, but what I regret most of all 
is that I couldn’t and still can't talk about it. I regret that in my 
anger, I pushed all my friends away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male/24
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 parents sake. I regret behaving so foolishly with you. I loved you. I 
love you. You've found someone else. It hurts that i was once the center
 of your universe...and now? A speck of dust in the landscape of your 
life. I should have stood up for my love. I don't know why i buckled 
under my parents pressure. Now i'm in  a loveless, emotionally abusive 
marriage. He hates my parents despite their kindness. He's nothing like 
you. We picked names together for our kids...my husband didn't even ask 
me about that, let alone consider it. I have a son now. I find myself 
wishing you were his father, far too many times. We had an epic love. 
You always said that...when i was breaking up with you, when you tried 
to mend things...you always said we were amazing, perfection for each 
other. I didn't listen. But you were right. As always, you were right. 
No one will ever be close to what you were. I lied, i was vicious and 
mean...i'm getting my punishment now. I miss your kisses, the way you 
looked at me...i felt loved, truely, wholly and purely loved. I regret 
so much. 
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man who didn't have the capacity to love me as deeply. If he did then 
nothing in this world would make him happier than being a part of his 
sons life, their milestones, watch their personalities form, see them 
grow and cherish those memories- and the thought of missing out on that 
is unbearable. It turns out that he is so coldblooded- he could easily 
fill the void with material things.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not detecting this unfaithful weakness in him before starting a family and a life with him- that he so easily deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I
 regret being so much more devoted to a man who would never be as 
devoted to me- or our two beautiful sons. It must be nice to just easily
 get over the fact you will miss out on everything of the kids growing 
up with a fancy recliner and video game crap. Money this, money that, 
money is the thing that makes me happy- happier than seeing my sons take
 their first steps, get on the bus to their first day of school, going 
to their sport events, watching them graduate, etc.&lt;br /&gt;There is no 
amount of money or fancy things that would be equivalent to the 
happiness my sons give me. I would rather die than miss out on watching 
my sons grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I regret YOU- you deadbeat deserter!
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Reminiscing on the places we went together everytime I go to those same 
places with my friends. Your named being mention every now and then when
 a topic comes up because you're the first person that comes to mind. 
The joys and arguments we shared together that only we understood 
because, we were together. To tell you the truth, I don't know what 
happened to US. I always wonder here and there, "What went wrong?" And 
then I remembered. That was phase of always doing things together as 
one, diminished to nothing. Harsh, but that's how I felt becuase that I 
had this urgent need to get out. I wanted to get out. I wanted to do 
things without worrying about another person. I wanted to do things 
without constantly checking in to that person. I don't how clearer I can
 get than because obviously, I wanted freedom. Then, you wanted me to 
give you MORE time for you knowing very well that I was balancing work, 
school, family and you. Trying to tend to the needs of each category 
that needed tending. You wanted me to stop talking to one of my friends 
from highschool because you were getting jealous. You made it seem so 
easy, and when I told you that I stopped talking to her, your response 
to me was, "good!" I realized that US didn't exist anymore. You &amp;amp; I 
did. We both wanted different things for ourselves and we both felt like
 we couldn't do things freely when it came to deciding because in a way,
 we held each other back. Eventually, I got tired and weary of what YOU 
&amp;amp; I have become, so I did it. I let let go of something that 
honestly, at one point, meant the world to me. Months have passed and I 
feel fantastic! People always give me a look of confusion when I tell 
them that because it so unnatural for someone to feel that way after a 
breakup. Well, I learned to embrace a love that surpasses my knowledge. I
 let the love of God fill my cup constantly to the point that I felt 
suffice with what I had and not focus on what I have lost. Gods love is 
what healed me and saved me so much pain. But, I'm not perfect. I often 
wonder, " What if I kept going? Would I still be the same person now I f
 I was still in that relationship? Would have my perspective of GOD 
still be the same?" Everytime I think about her, I always feel some 
happy inside. Reminiscing all the good times we spent together 
conversing on our thoughts of certain ideas, plans for our next trip, 
and even US. Renew our reasons to why we fell in love with each other. 
What was the first thing that caught our eye? Tell eachother what we 
first thought when we were introduced to each other? What I regret Is 
the future happiness that we could have had, the constant hugs and 
kisses we shared when we were just together for a few hours, and 
finally, not seeing you anymore. It's funny because all our friends are 
the same and checkup on each other indirectly through them. I'm glad to 
hear that you are doing so well now. Doing what you Gotta do get ahead 
in life. When i remember everything we shared between US, I can't help 
but wonder...what if....
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~4/tDn3VmfBWmY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.secretregrets.com/feeds/8429183377511297354/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389607860611998021&amp;postID=8429183377511297354&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/8429183377511297354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/8429183377511297354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~3/tDn3VmfBWmY/secret-regret-of-day-may-6-2013.html" title="SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 6, 2013" /><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.secretregrets.com/2013/05/secret-regret-of-day-may-6-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QDRnw6eCp7ImA9WhBUGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389607860611998021.post-519810509896475805</id><published>2013-05-05T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-05T20:56:17.210-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-05T20:56:17.210-05:00</app:edited><title>SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 5, 2013</title><content type="html">I regret trusting you, we've known each other since elementary school 
then we decided to start sleeping together.  There were no feelings just
 a 7 month long sex relationship, but now I'm pregnant and you won't 
step up.  I don't want a relationship with you, I'm sorry my birth 
control failed but please just be a part of this childs life!  Every 
child deserves to have a father you had one growing up as did I.  Why 
doesn't your child deserve the same?  Regret is a powerful thing, and 
down the line I fear yours will far outweigh mine.  I need help and 
support as well, not as a lover but perhaps as a friend?  Together as 
friends we can do this it's not as bad as you're making it out to be.  
Don't let this be your biggest regret.
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alcoholic to the point where my family lived in a hotel. I learned at a 
young age to cut him out due to the harm he placed on my family. I was 
notified that he was getting better, but I never forgave him enough to 
speak to him. He called me two days after my birthday and said happy 
birthday with the wrong age. i response was i hate you feel free to die,
 this was the last thing i ever said to my dad that was trying to reach 
out to his daughter. i spent everyday with him when i was little, which 
was about 8 years ago. I looked up to him and loved him. He was my 
preferred parents when i was little.He died two years ago with the words
 i hate you feel free to die as the last memory and conversation we had.
 I regret not letting him know he had my heart and was the only man that
 will have it. I love my daddy sooo much and i wish i could just tell 
him once that i truly love him. I am stubborn, just like him, but I will
 always be daddy's little girl. He is looking down at me now, and i know
 one day ill see him up in the sky and get to give him that longing hug 
and i love you. Never waste time with how you feel, someday you wont get
 the chance to let that person know that not only do they mean the world
 to you, but they are your world. 
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painful past. I regret that I can't love my husband the way that he 
loves me. I stay because he is a good man and the father of my children,
 but inside I feel dead. I resent him even though it isn't fair. I 
regret that I didn't have the confidence when I was young to leave this 
town and chase my dreams. I regret the experiences I will never have and
 the passion that I will never feel.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~4/KiJyVkssVM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.secretregrets.com/feeds/2155406720984785575/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389607860611998021&amp;postID=2155406720984785575&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/2155406720984785575?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389607860611998021/posts/default/2155406720984785575?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SecretRegrets/~3/KiJyVkssVM8/secret-regret-of-day-may-3-2013.html" title="SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 3, 2013" /><author><name>Online Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.secretregrets.com/2013/05/secret-regret-of-day-may-3-2013.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGQXszcSp7ImA9WhBUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389607860611998021.post-7393774535904807145</id><published>2013-05-02T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T09:52:00.589-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-02T09:52:00.589-05:00</app:edited><title>SECRET REGRET OF THE DAY: May 2, 2013</title><content type="html">I regret letting you go the way I did. I'm turning 20 in a few months 
and when I see your pictures and that smile on your face, I still can't 
help but wonder "what if". What if you weren't such an indecisive fool 
and just stuck with me and me alone ?  What if I didn't date other guys 
and just focused on you ? What if we just waited for each other instead 
of settling for less ?&lt;br /&gt;It's been three years since we both mutually 
ended things, but until this day I still feel that pang of guilt in my 
stomach and heart when I see you. I was never able to fully love someone
 else because in the back of my head I always thought in the end, it 
would be us. I wish you didn't meet her. Seven years wasn't enough, even
 though we were both on emotional rollercoasters. I wish you were 
different and that you loved me more than you did. I wish I knew how you
 feel whenever you see my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my first love, and I'm afraid you'll always be in my heart and mind.
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everybody else when I was a teenager. My life became superficial, and 
many knew the "masked" me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone's confused because they 
are shocked to discover "me". Its as if they don't know me... I 
shouldn't have limited myself in the past. But the more important thing 
is that I try to move on and break free from my shell.
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abuse I regret not standing up for myself. I regret being born as a 
mistake and having mistakes of my own.
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friends come up to me and ask me if I wanted to take her, and she was 
the one girl I really liked. But I didn't do it! I chickened out and 
didn't ask her. Now it's prom day, and she's going with another guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that now I'm sitting at home while everybody else is getting ready to go have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that I didn't have the courage and the confidence to ask her, because I thought she was too good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I
 regret that I can't go back and change my actions. If I could, I would 
ask her and not be afraid. If I did, I would be holding her hand as we 
walk together into prom, and I would be smiling because I have the most 
beautiful girl on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male, 16
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