This is my I poem

I am in the biggest shock of my life.
I cannot believe what I did.
I regret.
I want to take back, all of the things I said.
I was wrong.
I was right.
I was stupid.
I am a bitch.
I am every mean word you can think of.
I am sorry.
I am torn inside.
I am dying.
I am existing.
In no way am I alive.

There is a severe difference between being alone and being lonely. But that difference doesn't matter tonight. For I am both.
For I did not truly understand what I had, what I could have done instead until the better plan was already gone.
I was once told that distance makes the heart grow fond. I think that's complete bullshit. Distance makes everything suck.