Story #79

Standard issue regrets leave me wanting more. Who could be satisfied being torn over a stupid missed opportunity with an old crush? I need to feel the remorse of an accidental grenade tossed into a school bus full of kindergartners. Crucify me already. Make me love it or hate it. Just make me and make it and let's be done with each other. Okay, mom. Nice talking to you too. Say hi to dad for me.