So... I look back at the previous year and honestly, in all of college so far I regret one thing and one thing only... I've fallen in love twice, and to be honest if given the chance I'd take either back in a heart beat... The thing I regret is not taking one back.
The first one I lost wanted me back right away, insulted me, begged me, then hated me. But I never took her back.
The other broke me, used me, destroyed me. Then helped rebuild me. She tore everything that was me down, built it back up, helped shape me to who I am today. I can't give her all the credit though. My friends, you guys (if you still read, this is also to get it off my