Regret is a bitch.

Tuesday

Regret is a bitch.

Today:

Somebody I know, died of HIV. It was a close casket ceremony. The last I saw him was 2 years ago.

Recently:
A doctor died. He was a close friend of my late dad. Last I saw him, was when I didn’t even have tits. 3 weeks before he died, his wife called begging me to come over. I didn’t. My mind was obsessed at a certain someone who just called and yelled at me.Then my mom went, he kept asking about me, I didn’t go. My mom said he wonder how I look like. I couldn’t be bothered. I kept weeping over insignificant losses, and my insignificant problems. Then he came over to the house, but he didn’t even have the strength to come out of his car. He wanted to see me. I was in the office. Few days later he died.

And there I was, mourning over lost love, when there was bigger things at hand. There I was, trying to be busy, now, it's 2 am and I just couldn't comprehend. Why did I let myself become like this? I use to care.

xoxo
Rollo Tomassi