Hmm, regrets, I've had a few. Probably a big one, was not having enough courage to withstand the physical and mental beatings through my childhood; so much of what went wrong was the result of my not being assertive enough, standing up for myself and what I wanted, all because I couldn't withstand the pain of it all. I just didn't have it in me to keep fighting every single day; the exhaustion of it all wore me down, until I just gave up and let other people do what they wanted with me. The child molester (obvious); My parents, insisting I follow their dreams for me instead of my own; my sister, who used me as the excuse why her life wasn't what she wanted it to be; my teachers, who just wanted another star pupil, never listening to what I wanted or had to say; and of course god, who if he exists, never answered any of my prayers.

I should have just stood up for myself more, and withstood all the pains necessary to be the person who I wanted to be. Perhaps things would have turned out differently, or maybe being defiant would have gotten me killed. I'll never know.