Regrets?

If you could see the real rage behind every smile, you would know how much hatred I'm really capable of..
And all that hatred would reek and create the most abhorrant atmosphere..
It would consume all that it touches.. Good thing it's tamed behind a fake smile.

I can't count the number of times I've wished my sister would go away.
I can't count the number of times I've kissed Alex
I can't count the number of times I've wished we  never left Muscat
I can't count the number of times I wished I were perhaps fitter.
I can't count the number of times I've wanted to strangle someone, but I guess that's the case with everyone.
I can't count the number of times I've thought I've been a bitch
I can't count the number of times I really HAVE been a bitch.

There's alot I want right now, and alot I don't want.
I don't have the time to write it out here. Guess why?
YEP. Family!