If I had known how difficult it would be to quit, and how much it would wreck my health, I never would have started smoking when I was a teenager. I thought I was invincible, back then.

_{I didn't know it would be like this.}

If I had known, back then, when I was still living with my parents, how much happier I would be living on my own, I would have moved out years ago.

_{I didn't realize it would be so hard.}

If I had known how unhappy I would be here, I never would have left home. I never would have guessed, back then, that I would end up like this.

_{Or is it that I'm too weak, Too sensitive?}

If I had known how much this would hurt, even after eight months of no contact, I wouldn't have allowed myself to fall in love with you.

_{I know I hurt you. I was wrong. I'm sorry.}

You know what's worse? I keep on making the same mistakes, over and over again. I keep on falling for the wrong women, drinking too much and otherwise fucking my life up. I never learn.

_{Please. Can we start over?}

It's too late now. The damage is done. You have to live with your decisions, foolish as they may seem in retrospect. After all, what choice do you have?

Does it matter? You wouldn't be the person that you are today if you hadn't made the mistakes that you made in the past. You wouldn't know what you know now without some trial and error along the way. You wouldn't be a whole person if you hadn't made mistakes and lived to tell the tale.

It is pointless to consider "what could have been". You did the best that you could with the tools and knowledge that you had then.

If you're scarless it doesn't mean that you're perfect, it just means that you haven't truly lived.

_{It still hurts, dammit.}