Regret

Regret
(Ones or Zer0es)

       Because the others are not like us we cannot trust anyone. Why men never think anything is their fault. Why we never make the same mistake twice we make it five or six times. How do we know if we are in control? That we are not just making the best of what comes at us, trying constantly pick between two options. It's all part of the same blur. Just out of focus enough. It's the illusion of choice. Half of us cannot pick up our own choices. We thought we were doing something good. We thought we were going to be part of something special. We turned out to be a mistake, like everything else.
      What's the point?! We just do nothing. There's something pushes us past our threshold of pain. Choices, that what this is all about, the yesses and nos of life. But do we decide them or they decide us? The pain we have been holding in comes rushing out. I know what you are thinking. The answers are too obvious, but we didn't commit to the sacred pact we have formed.