Regret's a motherfucker. A poisonous thing to have within, I think, but one that's eventually unavoidable. I recently read a statement that made me think about regret:
"I violently attacked someone I love. We were arguing & I lost it and I repeatedly punched her in her face, choked her and threatened her life. I'm realizing that I learned this behavior as a child who repeatedly witnessed domestic violence and I'm going to take a break from my career to get the serious help I need to end this cycle of abuse. I ask my fans to pray for me, and more importantly for Rihanna." Only, Chris Brown didn't write it. Detroit writer dream hampton did, to show what Brown could've done back in 2009 instead of playing the victim—not a good look. Her example inspired me to write some (hella fictional, totally made up) regrets for other people.
Rick Ross: "I regret facing 12 blunts then having a pile of pork-belly fries and a three-liter of Mountain Dew on my private plane that one time. Shit did not agree with me. Ungh."
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