bunches

my emotions never come alone, multiple things become one and my mind, my brain, feels totally, completely, worn out, if I put too much energy on it and let it fester, it all comes spilling out, then my cup becomes empty once more. and the regret, o, the regret. it sits on my heart and sleeps in slumber, my heart, it beats hard and fast, I feel it constantly, but then I remind myself; it won't last. so I must spend my life choosing everything, or else I'm missing something. I must. i...dont have to live it all in one life. my life, it's story, doesn't need everything. just the beauty of my own. I get to choose my own.