i lied.
i wasn't happy.
i wasn't glad at all.

i just wished i could turn back time right now. i regret every single thing i did. or maybe only some things that i did.

i knew i was a psycho, yet i couldn't control myself. i was pathetic, not you.

i took you for granted.

but the other part of me doesn't regret, mainly because i was never the first,

and you treated me as the second choice.