Everytime I read, I feel a pang of regret.

Because I thought I was moving forward, but wasn't. Because I could have, but didn't. Instead, I fell backwards and they never became better. Let your feelings and expressions get the better of you and that's what you'll get. A pit.

Stuck in between. I wish I fell hard so I could climb back up. The thing is, I'm just stuck in mid-air so there's nothing I can do. Suffocating.

Now I'll learn to talk less so I'll hope less.