I never should have opened my mouth. For two days I’ve been trying to overcome the overwhelming desire to strike back. It was a petty, mean thought that I knew I would regret.
I fought the urge for two days. Then I lost. I opened my mouth and told a tale — the wrong words to the wrong person.
He’ll do something, react. He’ll hold a grudge, but not against me. And that was the point.
I gave in to the petty urge, and now I feel guilty.
Guilt guilt guilt.
When the chips fall hard on my head, I will once again feel regret. I probably won’t have to wait long.
I should have been a grown up. But I wasn’t.
***** Written on my ipad. I promise to proof and edit it later (maybe). ******