Regrets.

Never once have I regretted anything as much as I regret this.

I feel as though I have made myself open, thrown away the cover and put a target on my back.

Shoot me.

I'm open.

I'm not referring to what a lot of people think I'm referring to - I'm referring to something that happened Friday night.

It resulted in tears, not even.

It was the kind of crying where everything is shaking and these horrible noises are coming out. They don't even sound human.

The kind of crying that takes place in the bathtub, where you have to face yourself as you and no one else.

You would think that parents are supposed to love you and support you.

Instead, they tend to be the most condescending and scornful people you will ever meet.