Isn’t it ridiculous to say that I’m still hurt from everything? One way or the other, I’m affected more or less. I’m still hurt for the weak kid I was when standing up for myself was something I wasn’t capable of doing. I’m still hurt for wasting my time on people who I failed to realize didn’t matter, but spent hours putting them on my mental pedestal. I’m still hurt for the little things that still vex me deeply.

The grudges are back. And this time, it’s teaming up with regrets.